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The fire in the hearth cracked. The wind outside sighed through broken windows. For a long moment, neither of us moved. I looked down at the child, swaddled again, her breath soft and even. But her eyelids twitched. Her fingers moved,
“She mirrors me,” I whispered. “That’s what you’re saying, isn’t it?”
Eva didn’t nod. But she didn’t deny it either.
“Every time I think something’s mine-my power, my flame, even my decisions-she echoes it. Stronger. Purer. As if I’m just the sketch and she’s the ink.”
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“She’s still a child,” Eva murmured. “Still forming. Still learning.”
“Learning from me.”
That realization settled over my shoulders like a second weight I hadn’t asked to carry. The scroll fluttered against my arm. I grabbed it and rolled it tight before I could rip it apart just to feel something tear.
Footsteps approached behind us. I turned sharply-but not sharply enough.
Ethan stood in the doorway. And for the first time in days, he looked alert. Present. Sweating, breathless-but him.
“I saw it,” he said.
Eva’s head lifted. “Saw what?”
“The Gate.” His voice was gravel. His eyes shined too bright. “It opened. Not all the way, but enough. I saw it behind my eyes.”
He stumbled forward. I moved to steady him, but he waved me off. He collapsed into the chair near the fire, his whole frame curling inward like he was still bracing for something to grab him.
“She was there,” he muttered. “The baby. Standing in it. As if it belonged to her.”
I stiffened.
“She’s barely breathing, Ethan. She’s days old-“
“I know what I saw,” he said, louder now. “She wasn’t crying. Wasn’t afraid. She was waiting.”
Eva looked to me, but I had nothing left to say. Because part of me believed him. Worse-part of me had seen something like it too. I just hadn’t wanted to admit it.
“She disappeared today,” I said finally. “For a full hour. We found her bassinet scorched. No sign of entry or exit.”
Ethan’s mouth opened. Then shut.
“You think… she took herself?” he asked.
“She’s more flame than flesh,” I said. “More memory than breath. What if she’s not just learning from me? What if she is me? In another form?”
“No,” Eva said firmly. “She’s not you. She’s your echo, maybe. Your legacy. But not you. And that difference matters.”
My heart thudded against my ribs, harder now, each beat vibrating like it was trying to climb out of my chest. It was too loud. Too fast. My thoughts couldn’t catch up to it, couldn’t slow it down, not when everything in me had already started unraveling,
“What if I make the wrong choice?” I asked quietly.
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The question wasn’t rhetorical. It wasn’t soft or speculative. It was real. Heavy. The kind of question that didn’t come with easy answers, only consequences.
Eva looked up from where she sat near the hearth. Her eyes caught the firelight, gleaming with something that wasn’t quite comfort. But it wasn’t fear either. It was something in between. Something closer to recognition-like she’d asked herself the same thing more than once and never liked the answer she got.
“Then she’ll make it too,” she said.
The words hit me like a second heartbeat-not mine, not hers, but the one I carried. The one listening to everything even when she was asleep. Even when she wasn’t in the room.
The fire didn’t crack just then.
It roared.
Flames surged upward, throwing a blast of heat across the stone floor. All three of us startled, heads whipping toward the sudden flare. But it wasn’t the firepit that stole my breath.
It was the cradle.
Empty.
“Eva?” My voice fractured. “Where is she?”
Eva’s hands flew to the wrap against her chest. She stumbled back two steps, then frantically looked down and tore it open-nothing. No warmth. No weight. Just fabric and panic.
My stomach dropped like stone.
“Ethan,” I rasped. “The bassinet. Check it. Now.”
He didn’t speak. He didn’t hesitate. He bolted through the archway toward the nursery.
Eva and I ran after him, footsteps thundering down the corridor, my body already trembling with the ache of something I couldn’t name yet. Not grief. Not fear. Something deeper. Something primal.
We pushed through the door.
And stopped.
It wasn’t the crib that did it.
It was the smell.
Ash.
Fresh. Heavy. Coating the air like soot woven through fog. It was the scent of something sacred being broken. Of warmth turned to warning.
Burnt wood. Burnt fabric. Burnt presence.
“Gods,” Eva whispered behind me, the word barely audible.
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The bassinet stood half in shadow near the window, but we could see it clear as day. Blackened at the edges. Splintered down one leg. Steam still rose from the slats. The woven ash blanket lay inside-singed, curling at the corners. Still smoking.
Empty.
I stepped closer, slower now, my legs numb.
No baby.
No sound.
No explanation.
No shattered window. No open door. No scent of anyone else. Just silence. Just that godforsaken smell.
“She’s gone,” I said, and my voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded far away. Like it had to travel through fire to reach my ears.
Ethan stood frozen in the doorway. His fists were clenched so tight the bones in his forearms showed through his skin. His body trembled, but his mouth didn’t move.
I crossed to the cradle.
Every inch felt like a mile.
I reached out, fingers brushing the edge of the wood.
Pain lanced through my palm, and I recoiled instantly. It didn’t burn like normal flame. It burned like something alive. Like the wood remembered her touch and rejected mine. Like the power still echoing off it knew I’d come too late.
“She didn’t scream,” Eva said behind me. Her voice was thin, almost breathless. “She didn’t cry.”
“She didn’t have to,” I said. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and swallowed the nausea building behind my ribs. “Because she wanted to go.”
Ethan’s head jerked up. “To what?” His voice cracked-sharp and furious. “To the Gate? To Aedric? We don’t even know what he is anymore!”
I didn’t answer.
Not right away.
Instead, I dropped to my knees beside the cradle and stared into the faint, flickering shadow left behind where her body should have been. It wasn’t just heat in the wood. It was intent. Like the space itself remembered her shape and wanted her back.
My breath came in shallow bursts. “I think she’s showing us something.”
Ethan knelt beside me. “Showing us what?”
“What we look like… when we’re afraid.”
He went still.
Eva didn’t move either.
Because the truth hung between us like a verdict waiting to be spoken.
We were afraid of her.
Not because she was cruel. Not because she had done anything wrong. But because we didn’t understand her. Not fully. Not enough.
And deep down, we were starting to believe she might not need us at all.
Not as parents.
Not as protectors.
Not even as guides.
She moved through flame like it was air. She disappeared without permission, without warning. And she did it with the kind of silence that spoke louder than any scream.
She didn’t belong to the world.
The world belonged to her.
I rested my forehead against the side of the cradle, eyes squeezed shut.
“Parent. Protector. Prisoner,” I whispered. “Or prophecy.”
I wasn’t sure which one I was anymore.
Eva stood near the wall, one hand pressed over her chest. Ethan hadn’t moved. But the pulse in his jaw told me everything I needed to know.
We were all unraveling.
And she-our child, our flame-was pulling the threads.
I closed my eyes tighter.
“She’ll come back,” I whispered.
No one responded.
Not because they didn’t believe me.
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But because they didn’t know how.
Ethan’s hands twitched once before going still.
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Eva crossed the room slowly and placed her palm on the cradle’s rim. It hissed faintly under her touch.
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