Fire in the night
The moon hung heavy and swollen, casting silver light over the fortress. Elias stirred in bed, restless. Beside him, Kieran slept deeply, his arm draped protectively across Elias’s waist. For once, Elias almost envied his ability to rest so easily. Then—boom. The sound shattered the night. The chamber windows rattled, and smoke began to curl under the door. Kieran shot upright, instincts sharp as a blade. “Stay here,” he commanded, already reaching for his sword. But Elias was on his feet before Kieran could stop him. “I’m not leaving your side.” They burst into the corridor together, only to find flames licking up the wooden beams, spreading fast. Warriors rushed to form chains of water and sand, but chaos swirled. The fire wasn’t natural—it reeked of oil, deliberate, placed. “Sabota
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