The Forbidden Letter
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Chapter 6: The Forbidden Letter
Part 1: Whispers in the Flame
The fire crackled unnaturally.
Axel had managed to start a small blaze in the abandoned safehouse we’d reached by nightfall. But something about the flames felt… alive. Like they were watching.
Liam lay wrapped in my arms, still asleep. Still marked.
Still changing.
His breath was steady, but his body twitched like he was dreaming. Or remembering something that didn’t belong to him.
Suddenly, his lips parted.
“Marissa…” he whispered.
My breath caught.
That name. That voice.
I hadn’t spoken it aloud in years. Not since my sister’s funeral. Not since she vanished beneath a rogue attack that was never fully explained.
Axel looked up, eyes sharp. “Did he just say—?”
I nodded.
My son was whispering names of the dead.
And I didn’t know if it was a message…
…or a warning.
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📖 Chapter 6: The Forbidden Letter
Part 2: The Letter of Blood and Fire
Far away, deep in the forbidden Crimson archives, a servant dared to do the unthinkable.
He opened the sealed letter.
The one Kael had left untouched for years. Sealed in wax. Written by the last Queen of the Rogues—before she died giving birth to him.
The parchment hissed when the seal broke. Heat rose from the page.
It read:
> "The boy is not the weapon. He is the gate. Protect him from the bond-broken. If they find him before the eclipse, the flame will consume all.”
> “The mother holds the key. But the sister… holds the flame.”
The servant trembled.
The Queen’s handwriting burned through the page until only ash remained.
And in the silence, a voice whispered through the chamber walls:
“It begins again.”
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📖 Chapter 6: The Forbidden Letter
Part 3: A Child Not the Same
Liam stirred.
His eyes blinked open—slowly, like waking was a burden.
But they were no longer just gold.
Now they shimmered with red beneath the gold.
Crimson flickers, like dying stars.
He sat up, expression far too calm for a five-year-old.
“Mommy,” he said. “He’s not gone.”
“Who, baby?” I asked, stroking his hair.
“The prince. He left a piece behind. He said he’ll come back when the moon cries.”
Axel stiffened. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
But Liam kept speaking—his voice soft, eerie.
“There’s someone else. A girl in the trees. She talks to me in the dark. She’s cold. And she’s angry.”
I swallowed. “What does she say?”
“She wants me to burn everything,” Liam said. “And she said she knew my aunt.”
Silence.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
Liam had never known I had a sister.
And now… her ghost might be whispering in his dreams.
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📖 Chapter 6: The Forbidden Letter
Part 4: Ashes in the Wind
That night, I dreamt of fire.
It swallowed forests. Mountains. Oceans. I stood at the edge of it, holding Liam’s hand. But he was older in the dream—taller. Stronger.
And smiling.
He turned to me and whispered, “You never stopped it.”
I jolted awake, gasping, sweat cold on my skin.
Axel sat beside me, silent. Watching Liam sleep.
“We have to find answers,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“I know,” he replied. “But where?”
I looked out the window as wind swept through the trees—carrying ash.
“There’s only one place that kept records of the Crimson line. Only one that might know what that mark really means.”
“The Temple of the Broken Moon?” Axel asked.
I nodded. “We leave at dawn.”
Because now, I was sure.
Liam wasn’t just changing.
He was remembering someone else’s life.
And it was going to kill him if we didn’t find out why.
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🌒 Teaser – Chapter 7: Temple of the Broken Moon
Beneath ruins swallowed by time lies a place forgotten by most—but feared by all.
The Temple holds more than history. It holds truths that were buried for a reason.
As Aurora and Axel cross into forbidden lands, Liam begins to speak in voices that are not his own.
Visions haunt him.
A girl with eyes like his mother.
A crown made of bone.
A war that hasn’t happened yet… but already claims victims in the present.
And the final warning?
When the moon breaks… the gate opens.
Chapter 7: Temple of the Broken Moon
Some doors were meant to stay closed.
Some children… were never meant to be born.
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