Category: Earthborn Chapters

The first thing Lily saw when she opened her eyes next morning, lying on the nightstand, was a feather. White, pearlescent, as long as her arm from wrist to elbow, and marked with silver at the tip. Her breath caught. Ilari did not gift feathers. By law and custom, they burned them in golden urns,…

That evening Lily’s room was warm with firelight, but Eirran felt cold that settled deep in the hollow of his bones. They sat facing one another, the tennat board pushed aside. “What was my mother’s name?” she asked. “Noemi,” he said. The name scraped his mouth raw, but then settled like a stone at the…

It began one morning on the terrace that was as cold and white as the inside of a washed up seashell. On the matted path along the wall stood Lily; three steps away, on the shine, stood three Ilari boys and two girls. They laughed with that glass-bright chorus of voices. The tallest, with a…

The morning air in the southern courtyard still carried the scent of turned earth and thyme. Eirran found them in a sunny niche where Jereh sat on a low bench, Evan beside him and Lily on the opposite doorstep. A long coil of rope lay in their hands. Both children watched Jereh’s fingers work slowly,…

Jereh was the first to notice the city’s changes. Where yesterday there was empty air, this morning fences stood. Along the stairway where the wind always struck, masons set stone balustrades. Rahl, the guard with the spear, walked among them, clearing paths so folk could pass without the winged ones drifting across the workers’ way.…

The mornings in Astochia smelled different than in Ulm. The air here hung low, warm and soft; salt rode the southern winds instead of the north-west. Mirna was learning the difference slowly, through her hands. In a quiet corner of the southern courtyard, where the Ilari slipped only from shadow to shadow, she found a…

Early morning in the palace was like wading into a bottomless, cold ocean: beautiful at a distance, merciless inside. Every movement broke into waves that carried her farther from shore. Lily rose when the corridor chimed with the first rhythm of servants’ steps. She laid her palm on the cold windowsill, listened to the silence,…

Eirran lingered in his study with a glass he did not drink, caged by laws written in angles and lines. The Eighth House held the very stone beneath his feet: not through strength, but through legacy, paper, and norms so old they no longer made sense yet still ruled. He had power, yes. But not…

The city had always been a symbol of power. But today, it was just stone, and every stone had edges. Eirran stood at the edge of the terrace, fingers pressed into cold marble, watching the last light crawl across the stone courtyards below. No railings. No walls. Just wind and open space. Once, he had…

The city was beautiful. And like all beautiful things built by power, it was not made to welcome the weak. The Mercy moored at Astochia’s docks in twilight silence, its stern scraping against the stone like a traveler collapsing on his own doorstep. Lily stood on deck, her fingers dug into the railing as she…