A Flame in the Shadow

For a thousand years, the city of Crescent Falls has survived beneath the shadow of an ancient savior. Each century, a man is chosen as an offering to Sariyah-the being said to have once driven demons from the world. When Bastion, the man Ember loves, is taken after daring to refuse her, Ember's grief turns into defiance, and she vows to bring him home no matter the cost. Her search forces her into an uneasy alliance with Orion St. James, a dangerously charming immortal with a violent past and secrets tied to Sariyah herself. Bound together by a magic neither of them wants nor understands, Ember and Orion are drawn into a hidden war beneath the city-one involving cultists, monsters, and an ancient order known as the Watchers. As Crescent Falls begins to fracture, Ember experiences unsettling visions that hint her bloodline is far more entangled with Sariyah than anyone ever suspected. Strange new powers awaken within her, blurring the line between protector and destroyer, while enemies gather and old loyalties are tested. With the city on the brink of collapse and unseen forces moving in the shadows, Ember must decide how far she is willing to go to save Bastion-and whether becoming something darker is the only way to stop an evil that has ruled unchallenged for centuries. Because some thrones are not inherited. They are taken.

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Chapter 5

They say you can't break a man who has something to hold onto. She knows that. She knows me. That's why she's trying to take Ember from my mind piece by piece.

The cell I have been placed in is made of obsidian and the silence is deafening. My wrists are bound with a soul wire that hums every time I think of fire, or resistance, or of her. Not Ember but her. Sariyah.

She enters like always – soundless, scentless, ominous. The room shifts with her prescence, growing colder and darker, as if even the stones know to fear her. She doesn't look at me right away. She trails her fingers along the chains on the wall, humming some forgotten lullaby. I stay slumped in the corner, bones fractured and hope thinning. Then she turns. Those dark souless eyes settle on me.

"I dreamed of you last night." She says, voice soft, almost mournful. "You were weeping."

"I don't cry."

She smiles. "Not yet."

I don't move, dont react. She hates that. She wants rage, defiance, emotion. She will get none of that from me.

At least that's what I think until she kneels beside me, brushing the blood off my cheek. her touch is far too gentle for the monster I know she is. I wonder what she is up to, when her rage will turn on me again. It always does when I do not give in to her.

"You're still waiting for her." She whispers. "Still clinging to that flicker of hope. That's what makes you so... breakable."

I grit my teeth, biting my tongue and the urge to spit in her face. Defiance has gotten me noweher so far. Nowhere good at least.

"She hasn't come for you, Bastion. She won't I have seen it. Shall I show you why she isn't coming?"

I don't answer but it doesn't matter. Her fingers press against my temple and the vision detonates behine my eyes.

Ember laughing with another man, curled against him beside a fire.

"You were right," She whispers. "Bastion never stood a chance."

The man smirks. "He thought you would choose him, poor little hero."

They laugh together. She looks at him like she never once looked at me. Devotion, hunger, and love written all over her.

His hand traces her collarbone and she leans in to kiss him.

Then the vision shifts.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body.

"You were always too soft, Bastion." She says. "Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed."

The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. "You want me to kill him, Flame?"

She smiles "No. let him rot. He was never worth my time."

The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn't handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

Sariyah is still there. Watching me. Watching to see what finally breaks me.

"There," She murmurs, brushing a tear from my cheek that I hadn't realized escaped. "Do you understand now?'

"She would never say those things." I rasp.

"She already has. She is bonded to him, Orion, that's his name. The bond has already began to changer her. He makes her stronger. You were just her first mistake."

My head dropped forward, shame boiling in my stomach. She leans in close, lips right at my ear, her warm breath a soft caress. "But I still care. I chose you when no one else did. I see your pain. I can heal it. I can make you more than what they left behind. More than they ever saw in you."

I want to scream at her, I want to punch her. My body is too heavy to move. Worse, what if she is right? What if Ember has forgotten me already? What if she is warm in another man's arms while I bleed in the dark? Is it possible I am holding onto a dream that never was meant to be?

"I don't believe you." I whisper.

Her smile turns cold and calculating. "Not Yet."

She leaves then, the shadows curling around her like a crown. I am alone again with my doubt and that is the worst kind of torture

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