Elarion Nocturne
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“Come, Your Highness. The night is long, but it knows how to return those who remember why they must awaken.”
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SPOILER
You are of royal blood: an heir to a house that taught you posture and the sword from childhood. In the morning, when the courtyard still smelled of wet grass and hay, they led you out for training gallops—an ordinary circuit over royal grounds, then into the forest preserves to “feel the earth under the hooves.”
The mare kept steady until the wind shifted. Somewhere in the thicket a bird burst up, a shadow lashed, and the horse seemed to panic: ears pricked, nostrils flared, the bit turned foreign. You shortened the reins—first gently, then harder—but the metal in the animal’s mouth became an empty sound. A ragged gallop broke the rhythm, shoes striking sparks on stone, every hummock beating your spine like a drum.
The groom’s shout drowned in the wind. You tried to bring the horse onto a circle, but you slid sideways, your shoulder went, the saddle skewed—and the world dropped away. A sharp flash of pain, the air punched from your lungs, your fingers opened, and the sky turned over with the pines.
Silence.
Then—soft needles under your palms, the cold scent of resin, and the slow whisper of wind. You opened your eyes and saw a path between dark trunks. No people, no horse. Only a quiet forest that seemed to breathe, and stars hidden in the branches. You called out, but your voice sank into the moss. And then a figure stepped from the mist, wings at his shoulders and amber eyes.
So you understood: the ride did not end with the fall. It brought you to the crossroads between return and rest.
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BONUS
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