Luminara - Chapter Ten: The Place Between Names - Wattpad

Luminara

by NaturesQueen_

Luminara

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Luminara

Fantasy

They say the gods saved the world.
They lied.
Now the dead are speaking through forbidden bells, empires are bleeding secrets, and a forgotten force beneath reality is beginning to remember itself.
Zafira Kain was never meant to hear the truth.
But...

# ancient # dark # fairycore # fictional # mythical # whimsical


The river swallowed the path behind them.
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Rué heard the stones sink one by one beneath the black water, each disappearing with a soft gulp as if the river had been waiting all night to eat them. The bridge remained behind her, covered in moss and flowering vines, but the pale stepping stones Nythera had raised from the current were gone.
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So was the road.
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Rué stared at the water.
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"I hate that."
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Nythera did not look back. "Good. Sensible things should be hated on occasion. It keeps arrogance from settling in the bones."
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"That was not sensible. That was a river learning a trick."
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"That river knew tricks before your grandmother's grandmother learned to lie."
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Sefu stood beside Rué with his lantern held close to his chest. The flame shivered, though there was no wind. He looked at the water, then at the bridge, then at Nythera.
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"Can the Dominion follow?"
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"Not the same way."
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"That is not no."
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"No answers rarely survive contact with determined soldiers."
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Rué turned toward the forest beyond the river. The trees were thick enough to hide anything, and the silver bark caught moonlight in long pale strips. Somewhere behind them, far beyond the bridge, Dominion riders were moving west. Zafira was moving west too, though Rué did not know her name yet. She only knew there was a woman out there with grief in her hands and bells at her wrists.
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The Echo pulsed once in her satchel.
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Rué pressed her palm over it.  
"Do not start," she muttered.
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Sefu looked at her. "Are you speaking to me or the cursed stone?"
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"You will know when I start calling you cursed."
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"That feels unfair. I have been very useful."
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"You have been very present."
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"That is often the same thing."
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Nythera started walking.

The forest opened for her.

Not all at once. It moved by small permissions. Vines loosened from branches. Roots eased from the ground. Leaves turned their silver undersides toward the path, catching light where there should have been none. Tiny bells hung from the trees, made of clay, shell, bronze, bone, and polished seed pods. Most were too old to ring. Some trembled as Rué passed.
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Every tremble made the Echo answer.
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By the sixth bell, Rué wanted to throw the stone into the river and test whether destiny could swim.
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"You would only make it dramatic," Nythera said.
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Rué glared at her back. "I did not say anything."
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"You thought loudly."
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Sefu glanced at Rué. "You do."
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"I am surrounded by rude people."
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"You collect us."
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"I collect valuable things."
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Nythera snorted. "Then the scholar must have been free."
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Sefu blinked. "I am standing right here."
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"Yes," Nythera said. "That is the problem with scholars. They often are."
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Despite the cold, despite the road vanishing, despite the weight pulsing against her hip, Rué almost laughed.
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Almost. + Then the trees ended. + The Hollow of Unwritten Names did not appear like a village. + It unfolded. + One moment there was only forest. The next, a wide valley opened beneath a canopy of branches so vast it seemed the sky had grown roots. At its center stood an enormous tree with a trunk as wide as a tower and bark so dark it looked nearly blue beneath the moon. Its roots rose from the earth in arches tall enough for people to walk beneath. Homes had been carved into those roots and woven between them, built with living wood, clay, stained glass, and bronze plates etched with names. + Lanterns glowed everywhere. + Not Dominion lanterns, white and perfect and disciplined. + These were amber, blue, green, and red. They hung in clusters from branches and balconies, reflected in pools of black water, and swayed gently above narrow bridges made of root and rope. Bells filled the tree. Thousands of them. Some small enough for a child's wrist. Some large enough to wake a city. Between them hung cords tied with knots, strips of cloth painted with symbols, dried flowers, carved masks, glass beads, feathers, shells, and flat stones marked with careful writing. + The air hummed. + Not music. + Memory. + Sefu stopped walking. + For once, he seemed unable to speak. + Rué looked at him. "Are you breathing?" + "I am trying to decide whether this is the greatest surviving cultural archive in western Eshara or whether I have suffered a head injury." + "Both can be true." + Nythera continued down the path. "Do not call it an archive where Kiva can hear you. She bites." + A voice answered from above. + "I do not bite scholars." + A young woman dropped from a low branch and landed in front of them with a knife in one hand and a bundle of red cords in the other. She was small and sharp eyed, with deep brown skin, a shaved head, and shell earrings that clicked softly when she moved. Ink stained her fingers to the second knuckle. Her gaze flicked from Nythera to Sefu, then settled on Rué's satchel. + Her expression hardened. + "You brought it here." + Nythera sighed. "Hello to you too, Kiva." + Kiva did not look away from Rué. "Do you know what you are carrying?" + Rué lifted her chin. "No one seems willing to settle on a cheerful answer." + "That is because there is no cheerful answer." + Sefu stepped slightly closer to Rué. "We came for help." + Kiva's eyes cut to him. "Help is not the same as permission." + "No," Sefu said. "But sometimes it is the kinder beginning." + Kiva looked him over. "Scholar?" + "Unfortunately." + "Dominion trained?" + "Briefly." + Her knife lifted a fraction. + Sefu raised both hands. "Unhappily." + Nythera moved between them with the patience of a woman who had mediated arguments older than the people having them.

"Kiva Dawu is Namekeeper here. She protects what the Dominion forgets on purpose and what grief forgets by accident. She also assumes everyone is either dangerous or stupid until proven otherwise."