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Mariam Akorede
Student @ Adekunle Ajasin university Akungba
Ibadan, Nigeria
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Ice and fire
<p>Chapter Nine</p>
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<p>A Quiet Bond</p><p><br></p><p>Not every storm comes with thunder.</p><p><br></p><p>Some arrive quietly—like a heartbeat after fear, or a breath taken in peace.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>In the ruins of Kareth, frost and flame finally rested side by side.</p><p><br></p><p>Seren and Kaelara camped beneath what remained of an ancient spire. The stars above glowed brighter than either had ever seen, as if the sky itself had waited for them to meet.</p><p><br></p><p>For once, there were no prophecies spoken. No battles fought.</p><p><br></p><p>Just two sisters, learning each other in silence.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara sat curled beside a ring of carefully controlled fire, watching the way it warmed the stone without melting it. Seren had conjured it—small, soft. Not destructive.</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara smiled. “You’re gentler than I imagined.”</p><p><br></p><p>Seren gave a dry laugh. “Most people don’t say that about me.”</p><p><br></p><p>“Most people don’t know you.”</p><p><br></p><p>Seren looked up. “And you… You’re not as cold as I expected.”</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara raised an eyebrow. “I am literally made of ice.”</p><p><br></p><p>“Yes,” Seren said. “But your eyes aren’t.”</p><p><br></p><p>They laughed. Awkward. Honest.</p><p><br></p><p>A sound neither had heard from themselves in years.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>Later, they sat back to back beneath the stars.</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara spoke first. “I dreamt of you my whole life. I didn’t know your name, but I always knew there was someone else… like me.”</p><p><br></p><p>Seren was quiet for a moment. Then: “I used to think I was the only one who could survive. That being strong meant being alone.”</p><p><br></p><p>She turned her head slightly, her voice softer.</p><p><br></p><p>“I don’t want to believe that anymore.”</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara leaned against her. “Then don’t.”</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>A breeze passed over them. Not cold. Not hot.</p><p><br></p><p>Balanced.</p><p><br></p><p>And far below, in the Hollow Flame’s prison, cracks began to form. Not from weakness—but from fear.</p><p><br></p><p>The sisters were becoming whole.</p><p><br></p><p>And something ancient was beginning to lose its grip.</p>
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