Tag: aerial legion

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…

They left at dawn, under the still hush of mist. Not knowing they were sailing into a storm and out of the world they understood. The sky above Ulm was colored in pale pinkish hues, like the ones of unripe peach. The first gulls have already awoken, shrieking above the narrow stone pier covered in…

The sun hung at its zenith when Eirran returned to Ulm. The Ilari were not meant to walk in the dust. They were meant to descend. But today, he walked, through mud and dust; toward a child who had never asked for him to come. And a village that no longer feared gods, only the…

Eirran did not delude himself with the gravitas of what he was about to do. Ilari did not raise half-bloods. They did not claim them. They did not return for them. But he wasn’t just any Ilar. He was Eirran V’Asanii; the one who revolutionized aerial warfare and turned a powerful army into the very…

The ship slid along Selavetia’s coast, through mist that clung to the skin. The sea had taken her mother. Now it brought him to the daughter they called blasphemy. And in that, something like faith returned. Eirran stood at the prow, hands tight on the rail; the wind stretched his wings wide. “My lord?” Keth…