The portal behind us hissed, then snapped shut with a concussive thud, the sudden silence of Noctis’s familiar halls a stark contrast to the chaos we’d just escaped. A profound wave of relief, so potent it was almost dizzying, washed over me. Tonight, I hoped, sleep might actually find me.
“We’re back!” I called out, my voice perhaps a little too loud, echoing through the vaulted stone.
A blur of anxious energy erupted from the grand staircase – Liora. Her usual serene composure was utterly fractured as she practically skidded to a halt before me, her gaze devouring every inch of me. Her hands shot out, gripping my arms with a surprising, almost desperate strength. “Lyra! Are you alright? You look… you’re here.” Her brow was a landscape of worry, those familiar furrows deepening with every perilous journey we undertook.
“Yes, we are,” I assured her, managing a smile that felt genuine as the tension around her shoulders seemed to visibly loosen. She exhaled, a shaky breath, and then I was enveloped in a hug so tight it nearly stole my breath.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she murmured into my shoulder, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been a nervous wreck.”
I patted her back, a comforting rhythm. “We managed, Liora. Always do, mostly.” She pulled away, though her eyes, luminous with unshed tears, still scanned me, as if searching for invisible wounds.
“And here?” I asked, keen to deflect the scrutiny. “How have things been here?”
“Quiet,” Liora said, her voice regaining some of its customary steadiness as she began to lead us towards the warmth of the sitting room, Adrix and I falling into step behind her. “A taut, waiting sort of quiet. Finn’s been practically attached to his spellbooks. Noctis has been driving himself to exhaustion with relentless drills. And I,” she offered a wry, tired smile, “have been the anxious, trying to keep the sky from falling.” She sighed. “Other than the collective simmering panic, little has happened.”
As we neared the sitting room’s arched doorway, Noctis emerged, a figure of regal calm. His gaze, sharp as honed steel, swept over me, then Adrix, a silent, thorough assessment. “Your return is… welcome,” he stated, his voice characteristically level, yet with an undercurrent I couldn’t quite decipher. Relief? Or something else?
I sank into a plush armchair, the weariness I’d been holding at bay crashing down. The room settled into a comfortable, expectant silence, the kind that hums with unspoken questions, all of us awaiting Finn’s arrival.
Liora, ever direct, broke it. “The staff? Did you find it?”
“We did,” Adrix confirmed, his voice resonating with quiet satisfaction. “But the details are best shared when Finnian joins us.”
She nodded, understanding. The silence returned, broken only by the crackle of the fire, until the tell-tale creak of the heavy oak door announced Finnian. He looked pale, shadows under his eyes, but they lit with a desperate hope as he spotted us.
“You found it?” he breathed.
“We did,” I replied, and a wave of pure, excitement transformed his drawn features.
“Oh, thank goodness!” Finn exclaimed, a grin stretching wide, making him look even younger.
“Indeed,” Adrix interjected, and with a subtle flourish, a shimmer of blue light, the ancient staff materialized in his hand. It pulsed with a soft, internal luminescence. “Now, we might actually stand a chance against the encroaching darkness.”
A collective gasp filled the room. “It’s… magnificent,” Liora whispered, her gaze transfixed, a faint blush warming her cheeks as her eyes flicked towards Finn. “It will suit him.”
Finnian, mesmerized, reached for it, but Adrix drew it back gently. “Patience, Finn. I suggest you sit. We have no true understanding of how it will react to you.”
Finnian eagerly sank into the nearest chair. Adrix approached him, the staff held reverently. “Remember,” Adrix cautioned, his tone grave, “these are echoes, memories embedded within the wood. Powerful, perhaps overwhelming. Do not lose yourself within them.”
“I understand. I’ll be careful,” Finnian promised, his jaw set with determination. His fingers, trembling slightly, closed around the staff. The diamond at its tip flared with an intense, verdant light, and Finn’s own mana, a golden nimbus, erupted around him, swirling and dancing as he slumped, his eyes vacant, lost to the world.
Please, let him come through this whole, I thought, my own anxiety a tight knot in my chest. Liora was perched on the edge of her seat, her foot tapping a frantic rhythm against the floorboards. Noctis, ever the stoic observer, watched with an unnerving stillness, while Adrix studied Finnian with a perfectly fixed focus.
An eternity seemed to stretch, marked only by the pulsating glow of the staff and the frantic beat of my own heart. Then, as gradually as it had built, Finnian’s mana dissipated. The glow of the staff softened. He blinked, once, twice, his gaze slowly refocusing on the present. A collective, silent sigh of relief rippled through us.
“I…” Finnian’s voice was hoarse, his body trembling. “I know how we might stop K’tthar. If it comes to that.” He shuddered violently. “It was… the most horrific thing I’ve ever witnessed. The chronicles didn’t lie. He commanded mana as if it were an extension of his own being, spoke… he looked so terribly, deceptively human.” A shadow, darker than any cast by the firelight, crossed Finnian’s face. “So many died… But one detail, just before the Elder enacted the sealing… it burned itself into my mind.”
“What was it?” Noctis leaned forward, his chin resting on his steepled fingers, his attention absolute.
“One of the warriors, fighting beside the Elder… he wielded a sword. A blade that… it severed mana.”
My pulse leaped. A blade that could cut through magic itself? The implications sent a jolt through me.
“But where would we find such a weapon?” Liora voiced the question hanging heavy in the air.
“Actually,” I began, the words forming slowly as a forgotten memory surfaced. All eyes snapped to me. “I… I’ve made a sword like that.” A beat of stunned silence. “Unfortunately,” I confessed, the admission tasting like ash, “I used it to bargain with the Guild Leader in Riverwood.”
Noctis’s eyes flicked from me to Adrix, a silent, almost imperceptible exchange passing between them that prickled the hairs on the back of my neck. What was that? A tendril of unease began to coil within me.
“Then how do we retrieve it?” Liora pressed, her brow furrowed in a familiar knot of concern.
Noctis cleared his throat, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, unsettling in its certainty. “Oh, it will find its way back to us. I have no concerns on that front.”
Cryptic as ever, I mused, his sudden confidence more disconcerting than reassuring.
“The thing is,” Adrix’s voice was strained, tight, “I… I have that sword.” With another subtle shimmer, the weapon materialized in his other hand – my sword. The one with the obsidian gleam, the familiar balance.
My breath hitched. Disbelief warred with a sickening lurch in my stomach. He has it? But how?
“How did you…?” Liora’s eyes were wide, echoing the silent scream in my own mind.
“Later,” Adrix deflected, his gaze resolutely fixed on the sword. “The more pertinent question is, who wields it? Lyra, or Noctis?”
Noctis answered without hesitation, his decision absolute. “Lyra. She forged it. It resonates with her. Besides,” a rare hint of pride warmed his tone, “I have my own methods, my sword aura.”
The room, the voices, began to recede. A roaring filled my ears. All that mattered, the only thing that pierced the fog of my shock, was how Adrix, my companion, my friend, possessed the very sword I’d bartered away. I stared, speechless, my mind a mess. I gave it to the Guild Leader. I remember his hooded face, the glint of coin…
My voice, when it finally emerged, was a raw whisper, laced with dawning, horrifying suspicion. “You… have it?” My gaze darted between Adrix and Noctis, searching for an answer they both seemed to be withholding. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Adrix refused to meet my eyes, his stare boring into the rug beneath his feet. The silence stretched, taut and suffocating, charged with unspoken truths.
Finally, Noctis broke it, his gaze steady on Adrix, who still wouldn’t look up. “The truth is, Lyra,” Noctis began, his voice measured, each word landing like a hammer blow, “Adrix is in my employ.” He let that sink in for a weighted moment. “I believe the rest is for Adrix to explain. It is not my place.”
Every eye in the room swiveled to Adrix. Slowly, as if a great weight bore him down, he lifted his head. His gaze met Noctis’s, then flickered towards me, a brief, agonizing contact before skittering away again, deliberately, painfully avoiding mine. When he finally spoke, his voice was a strangled whisper, heavy with a burden that seemed to crush the air from the room.
“Lyra…” He paused, and the world seemed to hold its breath. “I… I am the Guild Leader.”
“You’re…” The words caught in my throat. “The Guild Leader?” I echoed, my mind reeling, stumbling. I pressed my fingertips to my temples, a futile attempt to hold the splintering pieces of my reality together. “It’s not just that,” I managed, my voice trembling with a tremor that started deep within. “Why? Why wouldn’t you tell me? All this… this deception?” The questions erupted, gaining a furious momentum. “You gave Finnian that book through me! You hid that you were a Coin Holder! What else, Adrix? What else are you keeping from us?” By the end, my entire body was shaking, not with cold, but with a potent mixture of betrayal and fury.
Adrix finally, finally, met my gaze, and in his, I saw not cunning, but raw pain, his own carefully constructed composure shattering. “Lyra…” he choked out, his voice cracking. He swallowed, a visible effort. “I… I didn’t know how. There was never a right moment, and then… it all just… spiraled.” A desperate, pleading note entered his eyes. “I swear, there’s nothing else. That’s… that’s the entirety of it. You know everything now.”
“Alright, Adrix,” I said, my voice dangerously quiet, yet steadier than it had been. I let the silence hang for a moment, my gaze distant, gathering the fragments of my resolve. “If there are truly no more secrets… for now… then K’tthar still awaits.”
I didn’t look at him, not directly. Instead, I rose, each movement deliberate, almost preternaturally slow. I crossed the space between us, my eyes fixed on the sword he still clutched – my sword. Without a word, my fingers closed around the familiar leather of the hilt. I didn’t snatch it; I took it. Reclaimed it. The cool, solid weight was an anchor in the turbulent sea of my emotions, a piece of myself restored.
“This,” I declared, my voice ringing with newfound, firmness, addressing the stunned room rather than any single individual, “is our other key.” My gaze swept over them, lingering for a breath on Adrix’s stricken face, before hardening. “And I will keep it safe.”
With that, I turned on my heel and walked out, leaving them to the chasm of silence that had opened in my wake, heavy and echoing with unspoken betrayals and uncertain futures.
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