Chapter 34
Silence fell like ash after the burn.
The Hollow of Names was still.
No more screams.No more broken reflections.Just the slow thrum of power settling inside Eliendara's chest—steady, deep, complete.
She stood in the center of the shattered pool, her reflection now whole.
No longer split between girl and gate.Between vessel and truth.Between what was made and what was forgotten.
She was everything now.
And that terrified her.
Kael approached slowly. "What happened to her?"
"She wasn't another version," Eliendara said softly. "She was the first fracture… the part of me I wasn't allowed to carry."
"And now?" Ravien asked.
Eliendara turned, the light from her skin casting golden embers across the stone.
"She's me again."
The Scorched Crown sat quieter now—its flames curled inward, no longer resisting, but watching. As if it understood that Eliendara was no longer just its bearer.
She was its equal.
But just as peace threatened to settle, Ravien stepped toward the far wall of the Hollow. A symbol had appeared—burned into the stone not by fire, but by memory.
A prophecy.
Scrawled in the flame-script of the First Tongue.
Kael read the translation aloud.
"When the Gate remembers itself…The world shall forget all else."
Eliendara's eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?"
Ravien's jaw tightened.
"It means the final seal isn't on the Eighth Gate."
Kael looked between them. "Then where—?"
Ravien turned slowly, his voice bitter.
"It's on the world itself. On memory. On truth."
Eliendara staggered back a step.
"That's why no one knew," she whispered. "Why the Eighth Name was lost. It was cut from the weave of the world."
Ravien nodded. "And now that you're remembering, the seal starts to break."
Kael's face darkened. "Which means—?"
Ravien's voice dropped low.
"It means the more she becomes herself… the more the world will forget everything else."
Eliendara's hands shook.
Her mind flashed—visions of faces she knew.
Friends. Allies. Her mother.
Kael.
"What happens to them?"
Ravien looked away.
"They'll forget you. Forget each other. History will rewrite itself around the flame."
Kael stepped forward. "No. There has to be another way."
"There isn't," Ravien said. "She is the origin. She is the fire before time. If she fully awakens… the world will reset. Not burn. Just… unravel and begin again."
Eliendara stared at her hands. Flames danced along her fingertips, but they no longer felt like power.
They felt like isolation.
"So either I remain fractured," she said slowly, "or I become myself… and lose everything."
Kael took her hand.
"Not everything."
But she could already feel it.
The first thread breaking.
A name—someone she fought beside—vanished from her memory like mist.
A town she once saved—gone from every map.
The crown pulsed again.
And in the distance, the sky cracked with light that wasn't lightning—
It was remembrance.
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Eliendara must choose: embrace the flame and let the world unravel—or chain herself again and remain incomplete.
But a mysterious traveler appears from beyond the Gate itself,carrying a third option:
A blade that cuts through time.And a message:
"If you must be forgotten… then burn the world with you."