Truths in the Shadows

Chapter 1: The storm before the storm

Kyran, a mystical energy that flows through all life and shapes the world we live in. Those who possess the ability to harness its power hold the key to bending reality according to their will. In this world, strength and survival are defined by one's mastery of Kyran. Some are even able to form bonds with ancient sentient beings outside this dimension known as Echoes, whom represent the very truths of the universe. These entities offer Virtues—extraordinary abilities granted to those who make a Vow with them. But beware, for such power always comes at a high cost.

The sky above Veridian was split between storm and flame. Dark clouds roiled like an unsettled sea, swallowing the stars and casting the city into premature twilight. Yet below, the streets still bustled with life—vendors hawking their wares under flickering lanterns, children darting between crowded stalls, and soldiers patrolling with a false sense of ease. The capital of the Ember Empire had always thrived on chaos, and tonight was no different.

Asha tightened her cloak as she moved through the crowded streets, her hand resting on the pommel of her dagger. She hated coming to the city, especially during festival season. But tonight, there was no choice—she had to pass through the city to get there on time.

As Asha neared her destination, the sounds of celebration faded away, and the atmosphere grew tense. Her heart raced as she caught sight of the City Guard soldiers standing watch over the restricted backlands where her mission awaited. Her steps quickened as she navigated through the gates and into the west of the area. She couldn't help but pause, the moonlight casting an otherworldly glow upon the vines and critters of the forest. The stillness of the night was broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

"You've got to be mad to come here tonight," a voice muttered from her right.

Asha's jaw clenched, but she didn't turn. She recognized that dreaded voice instantly—Moriah. The captain of the Ember Guard stood dressed in his polished armor, with the insignia of the Ember Guard, a flaming shield, adorned on his chest. His dark hair was tied back, exposing the sharp lines of his face, and his eyes—always too sharp—were fixed on her.

"Surprised to see you out here instead of basking in the glow of your glorious temple," Asha replied dryly, still refusing to look at him.

"The temple's not mine," Moriah replied with a slight smile, "but I'm surprised you'd show your face in the capital at all, considering how you left things."

Asha's fingers tightened around the hilt of her dagger, but she kept her voice even. "That's none of your concern."

"Oh, I think it is," he said, stepping closer. His tone wasn't hostile, but it wasn't friendly either. It had never been. "You walk through the capital as if you're invisible, but people still talk. They remember."

"I doubt you've come to trade gossip."

Moriah's smile faded, his eyes narrowing. "You know what happens to people who come looking for treasures in these parts. Whatever's out there doesn't take kindly to those who meddle in its things."

"I'm not looking for trouble, Moriah. I'm just here for sightseeing."

"Sightseeing," he echoed, stepping around her and blocking her path. His armor clinked softly, the light from the braziers reflecting off the polished steel. "You expect me to believe that?"

"I don't care what you believe," Asha said, meeting his gaze at last. Her amber eyes were cold, with an intensity she barely kept in check. "I'm not under your command, and I don't answer to your Court."

Moriah studied her for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin line. Then, with a sigh, he stepped aside. "Fine. But whatever you're planning, keep it clean. The city's on edge as it is. One spark, Asha, and you know how easily it all burns."