Author name: Hauda.A

The messenger arrived at dawn, pale with cold and visibly shaking. “He’s here,” was all he said before collapsing into […]

The day began with frost, thick and glittering on the windowpanes of the west cabin. Inside, Aria moved slowly through

It began with a dream. Aria stood in a field she didn’t recognize—silver grass swaying around her ankles, a sky

— The first time Aria noticed the change, it wasn’t in her reflection or her silhouette. It was in how

Kael didn’t sleep the night SilverCrest was attacked. He felt it—not as a message or rumor, but as a pull

The first scream came just after midnight. Aria jolted upright, heart hammering, one hand instantly over her belly. Across the

The forest was thick with fog, curling low over the roots and swallowing sound. Aria stood barefoot on the training

The mirror was old, framed in cracked cedar and tarnished metal, tucked in the far corner of the west cabin.

The scroll arrived at dawn. Zara found it first, nailed to the west cabin door with a silver pin etched

By morning, the whispers had evolved into weapons. They followed Aria like smoke—curling through the training fields, clinging to the