Threads of Light and Shadow
The night had been far more eventful than I ever anticipated. Poor Flayre—his cries still echoed in my ears. It had taken one of my strongest lavender sedatives to finally calm him. The Grovewarden of Frostmere was inconsolable. Her sorrow shook the court like a storm. It was one thing for her son to pull the disgrace he had at the ball, but this… this was darker than anything our people could tolerate. Conspiring with Noctyra’s forces, kidnapping a child, dabbling in shadowed magic, and endangering peace with Pyraethra—this was treachery that could ignite war. My mother and the Grovewardens now faced an impossible choice. We fairies are the children of Thalindra, the Goddess of Life. We create, nurture, and protect life. In all the history of Vaeluna, I can count on one hand the executio
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