The Path Beneath the Citadel
Hailey
The pull didn't stop.
If anything, it grew stronger.
Every minute.
Every heartbeat.
Every breath.
The Queen's Mark beneath my skin remained warm.
Not painful.
Not uncomfortable.
Persistent.
Like a hand gently guiding me forward.
Waiting.
Calling.
The bond connected all five of us.
I could feel the others sensing it too.
The strange pressure.
The distant pull.
The certainty that something deep beneath Silvermoon had awakened.
The morning sunlight still streamed through the Citadel windows.
The city continued celebrating below.
Unaware.
Children ran through the streets.
Music drifted through the open balconies.
Silvermoon remained wrapped in joy.
Yet beneath that joy...
Something ancient stirred.
Something old enough to remember
