The future cross line

ike a mouth gasping its f

n the tomb cast flickering shadows on the stone walls ghosts of forgotten emp

coffin was

lled over the velvet interior. He lay in stillness, as if sleeping beneath the weight of dyn

ent her fingers brushed the

und, but wi

an with tear-streaked cheeks placing a baby in a golden cradle, chanting spells older than time.

the coffin

o was

wasn't liam but another perso

This was about restoring an empire. Liam wasn't just the protagonist of the novel he was the last living heir of the Drag

arated at birth. One raised in shadow, the other in

was, had written a new chapter. And ros

red. His eye

wn. Not

o

Liam's whe

y. Thunder cracked across a cloudless horizon

knees, clutching his chest, gasping as

urned again. And this time..

e her

air- The Sea

have time

boy's eyes s

he s

hy have you

nt magic. Rosy turned back to the boy, but his body was gone vanished into mist. An

ens," she whispered, "but the

only one brother could

just condemn

Liam Came

ndemned? What