The city woke under gray clouds.
Not storm clouds.
Thinking clouds.
The kind that hang low and make people look up, then look inward.
Aria stood on the balcony and breathed in the cool air. The city felt awake in a new way. Not scared. Not calm. Ready.
Behind her, Kael pulled on his jacket slowly. His side still hurt when he moved too fast, but he did not complain.
“You should rest,” Aria said.
Kael smiled. “I rested when fear ruled. I’m awake now.”
She nodded.
Today would matter.
The news spread before noon.
Not by screens.
By people.
Messengers moved through streets and markets. Words passed hand to hand, mouth to mouth.
A council from outside the city is coming.
They say they bring help.
They say they bring order.
Aria closed her eyes when she heard.
“They always do,”
