Legacy of the Unawakened

ross his cluttered desk. Today was his birthday-eighteen at last. But the

eteria. Balloons, cake, laughter-all a blur around Scott a

anging by his dresser. As he gazed into it, the reflection wavered-his ey

t and commanding: "You are the last heir, S

hrough his mind-castles of crystal, roaring battl

ie. He was no ordinary boy. And the crown waiting for him wa

walls, Scott realized his l

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same brown eyes-but the shimmer in those eyes wasn't there before. For a moment, the room was silent

as awa

eart racing. "What

urst-and from it, a faint light bled. It wasn't just a crack in glass. It felt like a te

e visio

rmor, wielding a glowing sword. A throne carved from obsidian and fire. A woman with golden eyes whispering

ncrowned until the time of purity. The Prince must re

apped away. He

was a

led to his f

m. "Honey? Di

iliar smile greeted him, but her eyes-wh

asked, tilting her h

ine. Jus

something in her glance lingered t

about turning eighteen and still being a virgin. *"A

y he did. But tonight? The w

still hear the echo of that voice. Still

weat clinging to his skin. B

sed softly wit

rack had widened. A breeze, impossibly cold, blew from

t it was swallo

.. si

dark violet sky. Moons-two of them-hung above.

clad in obsidian armor, his fa

said. "The kingdom ha

back. "What...

knelt be

ur

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