CH 07: When Sparks Answer
356 Words
Sky’s POV
I should’ve been afraid.
Sam stood surrounded by fire—his eyes glowing gold, the air trembling around him. But the flames didn’t burn. They didn’t even feel hot.
They felt like him.
Fierce. Tired. Desperate.
He collapsed to his knees, and I was by his side in a second.
“Sam—hey—breathe. Look at me.”
His hands shook. “You weren’t supposed to trigger this... not yet. The bond—Sky, something’s wrong.”
“You said I have a spark too. Right?”
He nodded weakly.
“Then let’s stop pretending we don’t know what’s happening. Tell me what I am.”
He looked up, eyes glossy with something between wonder and grief.
“You’re not just some bystander,” he whispered. “You're part of the Sealed Line. The bloodline they tried to erase.”
Before I could respond, something ripped through the air behind us.
A burst of white light cracked open like a doorway—and out stepped another one.
Not a guardian.
An Oathbound.
Dark silver armor. Blank eyes. Veins pulsing with black light. A jagged staff in its hand, humming with runes.
Sam pushed me behind him.
“They found us.”
The Oathbound pointed its staff toward me—and the symbol from my dream, the spiral of flame and moonlight, lit up on my chest.
“SKY!” Sam shouted. “Run—!”
The staff fired.
I didn’t think.
I just reacted.
I raised my arm—and the symbol on my hand exploded in light.
A golden barrier surged outward, catching the attack mid-air. It shattered like glass against the force that came from me.
The Oathbound staggered back.
Sam stared at me, stunned.
“…You just used protective magic,” he said breathlessly. “Instinctively. Sky, that’s not normal.”
I was shaking. My chest burned, but not from pain.
From power.
“Nothing about this is normal,” I said. “What happens now?”
Sam stood slowly. “Now?”
He looked at the Oathbound as it rose again.
“We fight back.”
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