Mira had expected ruins—forgotten halls buried under vines and silence, much like the temple where this had all begun. But what she found was something else entirely. The Sanctuary of the Ainurim lay hidden deep within the cliffs, veiled by mist and magic. A vast stone citadel, carved into the mountainside as though it […]
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Mira sat cross-legged on the temple floor, the warmth of the hearth flickering around her. The Keepers had vanished into the shadows again, leaving her alone with Chitrangada and Vasushrava. Her fingers still tingled from the touch of the sacred flame, the echoes of something ancient stirring within her. Before her, Vasushrava held out a
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The ruins had always been silent, broken only by the wind sighing through the temple’s bones. But tonight, something felt different. Mira stood at the heart of the temple, her fingers tracing the grooves in the ancient stone. The embers of the sacred fire still glowed faintly from her last encounter, as if waiting for
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Mira returned to the ruins at dusk. She had told no one. The conversation with her parents had left her raw, her mind a storm of thoughts. If they had always known, why had they stayed silent? Why had they never told her what she was? The answer was clear: they had wanted to protect
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Mira spent the next few days in a fog. The world around her moved as if through water—conversations seemed distant, food tasted bland, and sleep was fitful. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted permanently, like a door had been opened that she could never close again. Her parents had laid the
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The days after the festival were a blur. Mira went through the motions of life, but something had shifted. The air felt heavier; the temple ruins lingered in the back of her mind like an unsolved riddle. The fire she had seen—the warmth that had seeped into her bones—was impossible to explain, and yet she
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The temple walls loomed around Mira, ancient and watchful. The air felt thick, charged with something she could not name. She pressed forward, stepping over broken stone and tangled roots that had forced their way through the temple floor over centuries of neglect. The whisper had been real. Someone—something—had spoken her name. Her fingers
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Mira had always felt a strange pull toward the temple ruins. It was an ancient structure, long abandoned, swallowed by time and the creeping embrace of the forest. Yet, it stood defiant—its stone walls weathered but unyielding, its foundations buried deep in the earth like the roots of a forgotten past. She had visited the
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