Nyvexia

The river stones were cold tonight. Not just cold—like they’d been holding their breath for hours. I remember the moss cracks near Zhraa’s stone last week, how they’d flicker like fireflies before vanishing. Lyxara’s voice was quiet when I spoke…

The first thing that comes to mind when I wake up isn't the stars or the moon. It's the river. Vex was there by the river yesterday, his voice like the whisper of water over stones. I remember the way…

I woke up to the same silence as yesterday—the kind that presses against your temples like a blanket you can’t pull away from. My stomach was still a little hollow, but not like it had been before. Vex was gone…