CHAPTER TWELVE: TRIALS IN FLAME
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The Hall of Trials had not been opened in decades. Dust cloaked its obsidian pillars, and silence pressed thick against the gilded stone.
Kaelen stood in the center of its floor, where runes long dormant flickered to life beneath her feet.
She wasn’t alone.
Lady Serida, the court’s arcane historian, circled her with measured grace. She held a relic staff, its crystal core glowing faintly in response to Kaelen’s presence.
“You are not here to be tested,” Serida said. “You are here to remember.”
Kaelen frowned. “Remember what?”
“The fire never forgets its vessel.”
Serida raised her staff, and flames erupted in a ring around them golden, alive, yet not burning. The room dimmed, the world slipping away.
Visions danced in the flame.
A child in chains, eyes glowing with light.
A woman crowned in fire, casting back a tide of darkness.
A betrayal,a blade driven into flame’s heart.
Kaelen gasped, stumbling back. “That… that wasn’t me.”
“No,” Serida whispered. “But it lives in you.”
“Is this Maelira?”
“She is part of the fire’s lineage. But what you saw was older.”
Kaelen’s fingers curled into fists. “Why am I seeing this now?”
“Because your flame has stirred what sleeps in blood. And others are beginning to notice.”
The flames pulsed once, then died.
Kaelen stood alone in the dark.
And in that dark, her power whispered a name she didn’t recognize—
"Kael.”
The word hung in the silence, like a warning… or a calling.
And when the light returned, Kaelen was not afraid.
Not anymore.
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