Orion
History is repeating incorrectly.
That is the problem.
Not the bond. Not the kingdoms. Not even the survivors standing inside the silver mist surrounding the forest.
Those things already happened once before.
But this—this version is changing too quickly.
Silver magic coils through the trees in glowing fractures while the surviving remnants of the first war stand motionless beneath heavy cloaks.
Watching. Waiting. Calculating.
And the bond—
Gods.
The bond feels different this time.
Stronger.
Not in power. In structure.
The realization unsettles me more every minute.
The first bond fractured constantly under pressure. Fear spread through it like poison. Distrust. Possessiveness. Grief. All of it
weakened the connection until the creature beneath the mountain learned ho
