Kael sat on the edge of the makeshift bed. Flipping the strange piece in his hand, its surface shone faintly, the intricately carved patterns that Nela moved as they thought they were still alive. He didn't know what it was. There were more problems than he expected. Pigtails should be simple: find lixo for sale and survive another day, but this... this example is something else.
It wasn't just a whisper that he let out or a sound like he hummed slightly when he sang or played. It's like people look at him when they recognize him. Like the thin man following the grayest market. Or the hooded man who noticed the shadow. They all knew something that he didn't.
Kael's train of thought was interrupted by a loud bang on the metal door of his hideout. He froze, his heart beating fast. He didn't tell anyone where he was staying. Since the last time someone had tried to rob him, he had been slowly clinging to the folded sheets under the bed.
"Kael," Chamou woman's voice from the other side of the door was calmer and more convincing. "I didn't come here to sugarcoat you. I just want to talk about that part."
The pieces in his hand throbbed weakly. As he responded to her words
Kael didn't move at all. "Yes?"
"My name is Lyara Vren," I answered in a low voice. "Historian Su I've been following the inventions like you have for years. please let me in It's not safe to talk here.
Cale hesitated. A historian or not? No one ever appeared in the slums of Cyrathis without a corner. But there was something in her voice that gave off a sense of urgency — and desperation. Against his best judgment, he opened the fresta da porta.
The woman there was older than Kael expected, with dark hair, braided eyelashes, and sharp eyes adorned with metal hoop eyelets. She wore a simple robe. Over the utility belt that carried the strange fermented goods. and small jars
"I don't have time for jokes," Lyara said, stepping in before Kael could protest. His eyes immediately fell on the piece in his hand. "That's it. You found it.
Kael recovered and held on to the shard with even more strength. "Did I find anything?"
"Oh, Aetherlock," Lyara replied in a respectful tone. "Or at least a little bit. It is a relic of the Fallen era – some remnant of the truth about it."
Cle Francis Testa. "Is It True About Heaven? Or what are you talking about? The snow is always there."
Lyara turned to him with a serious expression. "That's the lie everyone heard. Snow was never there, Kael. In the past, the sky was clear, famous stars, his two dreams."
Kael's chest opened. "How do you know my dreams?"
Lyara smiled frantically. "Because you are not the only one who has them, people like you – people associated with Aetherlock – often experience echoes of the past. Memories of heaven before being sealed."
"Sealed?" Kael repetiu his voice. "Are you talking about someone did this? Why?"
Lyara hesitated as she stood thinking about how much to tell him. "The collapse was not a disaster at all. It's a school. He was sealed away to protect humanity from something far worse. But Aetherlock holds the key to reversing it. and understanding why this was done in the first place."
Kael shook his head, "This is crazy. It was just a piece of lixo that I found in the chaos."
"Is that true? Why do you see people following you?" Discount Lyara "Ordem Eclipse knows what you have and what you will do to get it."
The mention of the Eclipse Order caused a stir in Kael. He had heard rumors – whispers of groups willing to kill in exchange for relics. by crediting them with divine power
"Why are you here?" Kael asked in a wary tone.
"Because I want to stop them," Lyara said simply. "And because I thought you could help me."
Kael looked around for her, divided between disbelief and curiosity. He had spent his entire life trying to survive, keeping his head down, avoiding anything that could get him into trouble. But the pieces in his hand seemed heavier. Its brightness is almost defiant. When it challenges itself to slow down
"What do you mean what am I doing?" he finally asked.
Lyara smiled, relief glistening on her cheeks. "We are definitely releasing Cyrathis tonight. I have a contact—a starship pilot—who will take us to the Shattered Lands. That is where we will find the next piece of the Aetherlock."
"Wait," Kael said, waving his hand. "I did not agree to go to the Nenhum place. I just wanted to sell that and get it over with."
Lyara's smile disappeared, "If you try to sell it. You will die before dawn. The Eclipse Order does not negotiate with Kael. They seize everything they want and kill anyone who doesn't stand in their way."
His words atingiram like Sogo in my stomach. Kael looked for that piece. which has a faint light Its objects cast strange shadows on the wall. He thought about the life he was leading - a never-ending or near-constant struggle. Maybe, just maybe. This distraction gave him a chance to be part of something bigger.
"Alright," he said resolutely, "Yuire. But in the end it turned out to be a joke.
"Not that," Lyara interrupted. "We'll see soon."
Hours later, under a cloak of slime, Kael followed Lyara's long, wavy locks to the detached Cais. Ali, tied to the docks, was a graceful skyship. His helmet shimmered slightly amidst the purple snow. Blanket made of polished metal and expensive walls
The pilot, a slender man with a confident smile, stood on the deck. "That guy?" he perguntou steamed for Kael.
"This is Kael," Lyara said sharply. "And it's not parenting. This is why we are Indo for the land of depedasadas."
The pilot took the surplus but said nothing. "My name is Ryn Valtor," he said, holding out his hand. "Captain Storm Chaser"
Cale didn't open his hand. "What about the land of Depedasadas?" he asked instead.
Rin apologized. "Trouble," he said. "And a lot."
As Kael climbed onto Stormchaser, he couldn't forget the feeling that his life had changed forever. The shards danced in his pocket. With a light brighter than ever The day has begun- and there's no turning back.