He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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"COME ON, SHOW it to me," I urge the mirrors.
I am not afraid. We take a few steps. Gaz adapts to my pace.
The mirrors light up, and it's like being pierced by a hundred knives that puncture the flesh with every step taken. The magical power blocks me, my knees tremble.
But Gaz is regaining color. She is fine. That's what matters.
A boy drenched in rain and mud screams at the sky, on his knees. Then he pounds his fists on a puddle of dirty water and cries, waiting for him to get up. What a terrible sight... is that really me? I am unrecognizable, out of my mind, a madman who believes the impossible and keeps telling his Dragon to get up. I move forward in the room with Gaz, and this, the spell, doesn't like it; it punishes me by shifting the memory three days forward. My heart pounds in my chest, and I feel my stomach twist, bile rises, and I have the urge to vomit.
But this time, I swear on Galodah's soul that Iam not afraid.
"He's dead, you idiot," I scold my younger reflection. "Even a child can understand that. He's dead. He won't get up just because you're holding a vigil you could have spared yourself."
It was simple to understand this concept. Galodah is dead.
"Raor? You're seeing it, aren't you?" Gaz says anxiously.
