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Alyenna did not hesitate. She obeyed. She held the hilt. She did not let go.
It was not enough.
Not enough to stop Scelestra from taking him. From taking what was never hers.
For a storm cannot be owned.
A hurricane cannot be bowed.
A blizzard can only be endured.
He was stolen from her arms.
Her Storm General Aethorien.
Her soul bonded.
Her Nar.
She tore through a dragon to save him. He fought his own mind and a blood curse to protect her from an impossible fall.
It was not enough.
Not because she never got to say those three words.
Not because the magic around her has gone hollow.
Not because she feels everything being done to him.
Because she has to do everything he taught her.
To hunt him.
To survive him.
To destroy him.
But that is Scelestra's game, not hers.
The General Aethorien will fight with spite and wit.
He will fall.
The dragon and the woman will fight for him. They will claw their way through stone, through ice, and through hell itself to bring him back.
But what Aly does not realize is that she was never alone. She is not the only one who loves him.
All of Tendaara will fight with her to bring him back.
Because despite Nar believing he is insignificant, there is a world of people, past and present, willing to do anything to get him back. To repay him for every sacrifice he never believed mattered.
For the storm does not bow.
And neither does his dragon.