BOUND BY TANGLED FATES

old, as though the world it

Aurenya waited, arms folded, her face unreadable beneath the hood of her silver mantle. The

the doors to the Gui

e Archivist of Ancestries. Together they formed the Council of Pr

but commanding. Kaelen obeyed, his feet movi

clarity as the morning sun cast its rays on it, striking its glass threads. Aurenya's breath caught into a silent gasp, she'd only

will trace your bloodline. All who bear true descent

e of them?" Kaelen

loom wil

inked. "It

studied neutrality. "It has onl

cture. "You're testing me

e test to see what th

epped int

. Then, threads began to glow. First faint, then fierce. Blu

nce, and the thread at Kaelen's feet began to spin upward in a

me. The Thre

isted into one final confirmation: the Heur mark. A d

voice reverent now. "He be

pped out of the loom.

e Threadari line wasn't broken. Only scattered.

ers coming to rest beneath her lips

mmetry. The pact wakes because the lin

tle sounded alien. And yet the robe on his back shimmered with quiet sati

day at a pr

ving with the fury of a man whose entire world had just been rewritten. A man whose walls

not just a threadwalker. He's the threadbe

't ignore him," she sai

e red and hot. "You've no

s. "Then maybe it'

k titles will make you noble? A robe and a n

d. "But neither

ead snapped

uried for good reason? Fine. But know this: the world will not w

mind them why

s daughter. "Do you

s what mattered most. Not how it looks. Not how it fits i

other word, his silenc

ers that hung behind sealed curtains. She pulled one aside. There it was, faded but unmistakable: the banner

her. "Why do I feel li

. "But one the Guild wou

member this... in my dreams

memories might still be

rment. "If that's the case,

nk you're you ready for what they

bbing slightly. "But we can't

the Loomwright. She's the only one lef

ncil of Gu

asters met. Seven of them, seated in sile

firmed is confir

"The loom marked him clea

the g

f the other half. If

his fingers. "Then it may be t

ore it is too late. If the robe awakens

the world. Maybe e