The air in the dimly lit chamber crackled with unspoken anxiety as we drew close, our gazes fixed on the crystal ball. Within its swirling, milky depths, Amelia’s ethereal form coalesced, a shimmering sentinel of sought-after knowledge. “Were you successful?” her voice resonated, not from the orb, but seemingly from the very air around us, a thread of worry woven through its spectral tone.
Noctis stepped forward, the usual confidence in his stance subtly diminished. “Not as much as we’d hoped,” he admitted, his voice a low rumble. “We located the facility where they assess mana signatures after capture. All operatives bore a crescent moon tattoo on their left wrist. We managed to liberate three captives, but Liora… there was no sign of her, no clue to her whereabouts.”
A sigh, like the rustle of silk, seemed to emanate from Amelia. “To have saved even three is a victory in itself,” she responded, her form flickering slightly. “But do not despair. I have… intelligence. Information regarding Liora’s most probable location.” A collective breath I hadn’t realized we were holding escaped me, the oppressive weight on my chest easing, if only for a moment.
“Where?” Finnian exploded from his chair, the wood scraping harshly against the stone floor. His knuckles were white where he gripped the armrests, coiled energy radiating from him. He looked poised to bolt from the room that very instant.
“Patience, Finnian,” Amelia’s voice, though disembodied, carried a calming authority that momentarily quelled his agitation. “What I am about to reveal will be… unsettling. The truth is, the Crescent Moon guild orchestrates this entire dark enterprise. They prey on those with lower mana reserves yet unique abilities, trafficking them to the nobility for their own nefarious purposes.”
“And the King?” I breathed, the question laced with a horrified disbelief I couldn’t mask.
“He is not merely aware; he is a patron, a key supporter,” Amelia confirmed, and the word “grimly” felt inadequate for the chilling finality in her tone. “Those taken can be held indefinitely, particularly if they possess information deemed valuable or abilities highly coveted. Some may never see freedom again, their lives extinguished in the shadows of captivity.”
“Monstrous,” Noctis murmured, the single word heavy with disgust.
“Indeed,” Amelia agreed, her light dimming for a heartbeat. “You must go to the Crescent Moon Theatre.”
Finnian scoffed, a flicker of his usual wit returning. “Subtlety isn’t their strong suit, is it?”
“With the King’s explicit protection, they have little need for it,” Amelia explained. “Moreover, it’s an ingenious facade. The theatre’s exorbitant prices ensure only the aristocracy can attend, creating a perfect, self-contained hunting ground and marketplace.” She paused, letting the implication sink in. “You must arrive precisely at six forty-five this evening. It’s when the guard shifts change, a brief window of vulnerability. The prisoners are held in a dungeon. The auction itself is scheduled for seven o’clock in the main auditorium. I intercepted that they’ve acquired a ‘specimen of unparalleled uniqueness.’ I fear, that this is Liora.”
“The Crescent Moon Theatre,” Adrix mused, stroking his chin, his eyes distant as he processed the implications. “Bold, audacious… and hidden in the plain sight. A rescue and an auction takedown, all before the curtain call. Quite the evening itinerary.”
“Discretion will be key,” Noctis stated, his focus absolute. “Amelia, do you have schematics? Guard numbers? Any known access points to this dungeon?”
“Expect a minimum of ten guards dispersed throughout the main levels,” Amelia’s image pulsed with faint light. “But if an alarm is raised… the number could escalate beyond what even you could handle. Detection is not an option.”
“Avoid detection. Understood,” Noctis affirmed, his jaw tight with grim resolve.
“The theatre’s public layout is standard,” Amelia continued, her gaze seemingly piercing the veil of distance. “The staging area behind the main curtain… that’s your most likely access point to the lower levels. They’ll bring the ‘acquisitions’ up from there.”
“Thank you, Amelia,” Noctis said, a genuine note of gratitude in his voice as her shimmering image began to waver, like heat haze above a summer road.
“Always,” Amelia’s voice softened, a hint of something akin to warmth touching her tone. “Contact me when you are all back, and safe.” Her form dissolved into mist, then vanished, plunging the crystal ball into darkness.
A silence, thick and suffocating, descended upon the room. The enormity of Amelia’s revelations, the sheer audacity of the enemy, and the perilous nature of the task ahead pressed down on us. For several long moments, we were each lost to our own grim calculus, the weight of what was to come settling like lead in our bones.
Noctis finally broke the silence, his gaze sweeping over us, sharp and decisive. “Alright. The plan will be twofold. I’ll procure entry as a noble attendee. Lyra, Adrix—you two are our infiltration team. You’ll find a way backstage and locate that dungeon entrance.”
Finnian’s head snapped up, betrayal and hurt warring in his eyes. “And what about me? You’re not including me?” His voice was tight with accusation.
Noctis’s expression softened, a rare display of overt sympathy. “Finn, I understand your desire to be involved, but—”
“No!” Finnian’s retort was a shard of glass, raw and cutting. “Liora is my oldest friend! We grew up together! I am not leaving her to them. You don’t get to tell me no on this.”
Adrix regarded Finnian, a brow arched in concern. “Finn, are you truly prepared for what this will entail?”
“Yes!” Finnian slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing his conviction. “I won’t stand by. She’s always been the strong one, the brave one, shielding me. It’s my turn. I’m done being the scholar hiding behind dusty books. If Liora can face this, then I can face them to get her back. I will be brave.” A fire I’d never seen before ignited in his eyes, burning away the last vestiges of the timid man he once was.
Noctis held his gaze for a long moment, then a slow nod. “Alright, Finnian. You’re with me. But that presents a new challenge: communication once we’re separated.”
“Already handled,” Adrix said smoothly. A faint shimmer coalesced above his outstretched palm, and four exquisite ruby earrings materialized, each glowing with a soft, internal luminescence. “Comm-link artifacts. Each wearer can hear and speak to the others,undetected.” He distributed them. I carefully affixed the cool metal to my left earlobe, feeling a faint thrum of magic.
“Ingenious, Adrix,” Noctis said, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as he secured his own. “We have a short window before we depart. Rest, prepare yourselves. We’ll need to be at our peak.”
I retreated to my chamber, the impending mission a cold knot in my stomach. Just as I was about to collapse onto the worn quilt, a soft knock sounded at the door. I pulled it open to find Noctis standing there, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by an unnerving intensity, his eyes searching mine. “Lyra? May I have a word?” His voice was pitched low.
“Of course, come in,” I replied, stepping back. I perched on the edge of the bed as he entered, closing the door softly behind him, then taking a seat beside me. What is it, Noctis?”
“I… I needed to see you,” he began, his voice even lower now, and he leaned fractionally closer. “Lyra, you charge into danger headfirst, always for others, never a thought for yourself. It’s… admirable. And terrifying.” He paused, his gaze unwavering. “I worry about you.”
What does he mean by that? The knot in my stomach tightened, a different kind of tension now coiling within it. His eyes, held a depth, a raw vulnerability I’d never witnessed.
“I know you’re formidable,” he continued, his voice a mere breath between us. “There’s a strength in you, Lyra… a light. It draws people in.” He hesitated. “It drew me in.”
My own breath caught. “Noctis, thank you. I… I appreciate your concern,” I managed, shifting uncomfortably. The air felt thick. “But we have Liora to think about. The mission. That has to be our priority.” I tried to steer us back to safer, more familiar ground.
A flicker of something—disappointment?—crossed his face before he masked it. “I know. I just… wanted to say it. Promise me you’ll be careful, Lyra. Truly careful.”
“I will. I promise,” I reassured him, offering what I hoped was a convincing smile. “We’ll get Liora back. We have to.” Then, a sliver of my own apprehension surfaced. “I still wish Amelia had more specifics. It feels like we’re walking into a viper’s nest with only a candle.”
“Perhaps,” Noctis conceded, “but we’ve navigated shadows before. With the influx of nobles for the auction, you and Adrix should be able to blend with the backstage commotion. Finnian and I will create our own kind of distraction at the front, procuring tickets for the… ‘performance’.”
“Right,” I said, latching onto the practical. “And your sword – give it to me. Finnian’s dagger too. I’ll conceal them somewhere accessible once you’re past the initial security.”
A genuine smile finally broke through his solemnity. “Of course. You think of everything, Lyra. Waltzing in armed wouldn’t exactly scream ‘eager theatre patron’.” He stood, the intensity returning to his gaze, though softer now. “Just… stay safe in there.” He turned for the door. “Get some rest. We move soon.”
Noctis pulled the door open, only to find Adrix standing on the threshold, arms crossed, an inscrutable expression on his face. He didn’t knock. A prickle of unease ran down my spine.
“Just ensuring Lyra was fully briefed,” Noctis stated, his gaze locking onto Adrix, though his words were for me. “And you, Noctis? What vital, last-minute strategy discussion required a private audience in her room?” His voice was deceptively mild, but an undercurrent of something sharp, possessive even, laced his words.
Noctis stiffened. “I was expressing concern for a teammate, Adrix. As any good leader should.” For a fleeting moment, a shadow of what looked like hurt flickered in Noctis’s eyes before his expression hardened, his attention fully on Adrix. The air in the doorway thickened, heavy with unspoken accusations.
“Ah, of course, Noctis. Purely a pre-mission safety briefing,” Adrix’s lips curved into a small, knowing smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Wouldn’t want anyone feeling unprepared… or particularly singled out for ‘concern’.”
Noctis’s jaw clenched, his playful persona utterly gone. His voice became ice. “Adrix. This is neither the time nor the place. Our focus needs to be singular: Liora’s safety, and our own.”
Adrix let out a short, brittle laugh that held no amusement. “Oh, but it was the perfect time for your concern, wasn’t it?” The sarcasm was a scalpel, expertly wielded. I’d never heard him speak to Noctis with such undisguised bitterness. They were always an easygoing pair. What has gotten into him? The confusion in my chest tightened into a painful knot.
“Adrix, stand down,” Noctis said, his voice low and dangerous. He clapped a hand on Adrix’s shoulder, a gesture that was more a warning than a conciliation.
Adrix’s tense frame relaxed fractionally, though the challenging glint in his eyes remained. “Fine. We’re good.” His gaze then shifted, coolly, from Noctis to me.
“Is everything alright between you two?” I asked, looking from one to the other, the unspoken friction almost a physical presence. I feel like I’ve walked into the middle of a play I don’t have the script for.
Before either could answer, Finnian’s bright, oblivious face appeared around the doorframe. “Oh good, everyone’s here! I heard voices and thought maybe the pre-mission huddle was happening in Lyra’s room!” His cheerful energy was a stark, almost comical, contrast to the palpable tension.
Adrix, surprisingly, let out a genuine laugh, the taut lines around his mouth easing. “You timed that perfectly, Finn. Yes, an impromptu strategy session in Lyra’s distinguished chambers.” He was suddenly, back to his usual charming self.
“Excellent! Glad I didn’t miss the vital bits,” Finnian exclaimed, stepping into the already crowded room. He brandished a rolled-up piece of aged parchment. “So, I was rummaging through some of the old archives upstairs, and look what I found! A blueprint of the theatre!”
“A blueprint? How?” Noctis asked, attention immediately diverted, a spark of keen interest in his eyes.
“It was among your father’s collection, Noctis,” Finnian explained, carefully unrolling the parchment on my small writing desk. We all leaned in, drawn by the unexpected boon. “He had an archive of city structures.”
Finnian spread the blueprint flat. Intricate lines and faded symbols depicted the theatre’s grandeur. “Okay,” he began, tracing a finger across the lower sections, “obviously no dungeon is explicitly marked. That’s either a later, unrecorded addition, or simply too secret for official plans.”
“Still, this is invaluable,” I said, a surge of renewed confidence warming me. “Knowing the main layout means we’re not entirely blind. We can anticipate potential hiding spots.”
“Better than charging in on Amelia’s description alone,” Adrix agreed, his eyes already scanning corridors and rooms.
“So,” Finnian declared, his finger landing on a narrow passage on the blueprint’s right side. “This service corridor seems to lead directly backstage. Lyra, Adrix, that’s your route. Noctis and I will make our grand entrance through the foyer.”
“Seems plausible,” I commented, already mentally mapping our infiltration. “Finnian, I’ll still need your dagger. Noctis, your sword too. I’ll find a secure spot for them in the lobby once you’re inside.”
“A night of high stakes and daring rescues,” Adrix said, a familiar thrill glinting in his eyes, the earlier tension seemingly forgotten.
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