Thaelyn’s throat closed. Tears pricked, sharp and uninvited. She reached forward, hand trembling as she touched the dragon’s brow.
Aether surged through her veins, light, pain, and pulse. Thaelyn saw the moment the Veil tore. The sky split. Silence smothered the world for centuries. And beneath it, she felt Nyxariel’s mind, ancient, caged, endless. Waiting for something to remind her of her name and waiting forher.Then came the scream. Hers. The samecry that had shattered the dome. It echoed through the emptiness and became light again.
I had forgotten sound,Nyxariel said,until you reminded me of it.
Thaelyn’s tears slipped free. “You were alone for so long.”
I was not forgotten,came the answer, warm and certain.And neither were you.
The world returned like breath after drowning. She was back on the ledge, hand still resting against the dragon’s scales, her body trembling. The bond thrummed between them, soft, steady, and alive. Not chains. A rhythm. A promise.
When Thaelyn turned, Thorne was watching her. His eyes burned in the dying light. Not anger. Not awe. Something more challenging to name. He looked at her like a man staring into a storm that might kill him, but couldn’t look away.
“What did she say?” he asked quietly.
Thaelyn swallowed, voice barely audible. “That I called her with what was broken.”
His jaw tightened. His gaze flicked toward the horizon. “Some things are meant to break, to become something else.”
Neither spoke again. The wind answered for them, sweeping across the cliff. The sky deepened to blue-black. Far below, Asgar’s towers shimmered with torchlight. Behind them, Nyxariel spread her wings, vast and silent, starlight rippling across her scales, but she didn’t fly. She was still waiting.
When Thorne left, night had fallen. He didn’t explain. He just said, “She wants you to stay, there’s something else.” Thaelyn understood what was about to happen. She stood alone beneath the moon, her shirt folded beside her, bare-backed and trembling in the cold. Every breath stung her ribs, but she didn’t move.
Nyxariel loomed before her, the air alive with electricity. Her wings curved inward, wrapping the ledge in shadow and light.
Kneel.
The word rippled through Thaelyn’s bones, and she obeyed. The stone bit into her knees. The night went still. Moonlight poured down in a single beam, sharp and silver, illuminating the pale scarsalong her spine, the marks from the trial, the burns, the bruises, and the faint golden sigils that had begun to fade.
Nyxariel lowered her head. Her breath brushed Thaelyn’s shoulders, warm and trembling with power.
Stormborn,she said, voice a pulse beneath the skin.Or perhaps, something older.
Thaelyn’s heart stumbled. The air seemed to bow with the weight of it. Older than her name, Older than memory. She didn’t understand, but shefeltit, a truth too vast to fit inside her lungs.
Nyxariel’s eyes softened.You are more than they believe. I must give it to you. Carry it in silence, for now.
Light bloomed from the dragon’s chest, a surge of raw Aether that struck the cliff like lightning. It gathered, spiraled, and then burst, collapsing into a stream of molten silver that struck Thaelyn square in the back.
Pain ripped through her. “It’s burning,” she gasped, voice breaking, but she didn’t scream. She held herself still as light seared down her spine, curling into shape. Wings. Talons. A dragon’s head crowned in arcs of stormlight.
Nyxariel’s mark. The glow faded to a slow pulse, like a second heartbeat beneath her skin. The light flared again, smaller and sharper. A second symbol. Hidden beneath the storm sigil. It burned once, then vanished.
Thaelyn fell forward, gasping, her palms pressed to the stone. “What was that?”
Nyxariel’s voice came low, almost tender.A truth not ready for the light.
Thaelyn lifted her head. “What does it mean?”
It means you are not only mine, but you are also theirs. But you must not speak of it. Not yet.
The wind stilled. The night held its breath.
Thaelyn bowed her head, shaking, not from fear but from something heavier. Awe. The world felt impossibly vast and intimate all at once, as if she had opened her eyes and found herself staring into the heart of creation.
For the first time, Thaelyn didn’t feel like an intruder in her own story. She waspartof it.
She looked up, the air shimmering faintly around her, and she whispered into the dark,
