“A little farther,” Erith spoke calmly against the quiet of the night.

Maeric eyed the fox-like Murasi trailing them curiously at a distance, its hazy glow weaving through the trees.

The forest thinned, giving way to a small clearing. Maeric’s eyes caught on the ashen remnants of a recent fire. Nearby, Erith bent to gather sticks as he kept Maeric within view.

As Maeric scanned the clearing, his attention shifted to a circle of stones, their arrangement too precise to be natural. His brow furrowed as his sights returned to Erith, a question forming but unspoken.

“When I was younger, I attended my father’s coronation as Captain of the Pining Frost in Aldasi. It was a few years after the drought had begun. At the banquet, I remember seeing the King’s Illuminary. About half were in attendance. They seemed almost otherworldly.”

Erith dropped a few sticks onto the ashen pile and continued searching for sticks among the clearing.

“I found myself near Aurani Veneroth,” Maeric continued, his voice carrying a quiet weight, as if the memory had grown sharper. “She was as imposing then as she is today. Imagine it—a royal family member abandoning the gilded halls to step into the ranks of the Illuminary. Who wouldn’t be intimidated?”

Maeric let out a faint laugh before continuing. “I had the audacity to ask her about the drought. I remember feeling foolish as soon as the words left my mouth. Yet… for all her formidable presence, there was warmth behind her words.”

“She said, If you listen closely, Kaida hums a harmony both dissonant and divine—aching and chaotic, yet impossibly beautiful. Like a song seeking its final note, it stirs the soul, maddening and wondrous all at once. Even now, its melody has never ceased.”

“Like the Murasi of recent, I once thought it was just a tale, that the Illuminary were so powerful they could wield Kaida within themselves.”

Erith paused by the wood pile and turned to meet Maeric’s eyes. “Yet her words have stuck with me all these years.”

“Does Kaida truly hum a song as she claimed?”

Erith glanced toward the dull glow of the Murasi before answering. “I never thought of it as music. It feels like an echo that’s gone around long enough that its original meaning is lost…if that makes any sense.”

He knelt down and placed the torch near the kindling. As the fire began to light, Erith reached into his pocket and pulled out the gem he had taken from Maeric. With his arm raised, he gestured toward the Murasi with a subtle motion.

“Watch.” Erith shifted his focus to the Murasi. Taking a steady breath, he tightened his grip around the muted red gem. It flared to life, shining vibrantly in his palm. At the same moment, a bright white light rippled through the air around the Murasi, sending the fox-like figure scattering back a few steps.

The gem dimmed, its brief glow fading into the muted hues of its natural state. The clearing returned to the warm, flickering light of the fire, the crackling flames the only sound to disturb the heavy stillness of the night.

Before Maeric could find his words, Erith tossed the gem back at Maeric. Caught off guard, Maeric fumbled with it briefly before securing it in his hands, his candid demeanor giving way to a mix of confusion and quiet awe.

Erith turned his focus back to the Murasi, drawing a deep breath. A bright white light flared around the fox-like figure, forcing it to retreat farther into the shadows. Maeric’s gaze dropped to the gem in his hand as it came to life once more, its glow pulsing in rhythm with the light.

As quick as the bright light came, it had faded. Silence fell over the clearing as Erith turned his attention back to Maeric. “If it were a song, it’d be many different songs depending on the source of Kaida.”

Maeric spoke softly, his quiet fascination slipping into his words. “You could stand among the Illuminary, perhaps even lead them. Live as royalty. But of course, you know this…” 

He paused, his focus settling on Erith. “Instead, you’ve brought me here, not to share your secret, but to test my intentions—to see if I’d keep it or I imagine you’ll reclaim it for yourself before the night ends.”

Erith took a step closer, the faintest flicker of amusement came across his tired face.

“What are your intentions, Vice Captain?” His words were light, almost careless, yet the words carried a quiet challenge.

Maeric studied Erith’s face, the firelight casting deep shadows across his tired features. “You’ve been through the balance, then?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost reverent. 

Erith nodded once, a weary, but curious acknowledgement.


“Do you mean harm to Aldarath?” Maeric pressed.

Erith blinked, caught off guard by the question. He let out an exasperated laugh. “No.”

“Then my intention is simple,” Maeric’s voice was steady and resolute. “Help me through the balance, and in return, I’ll keep your secret.”

Erith’s laugh this time was sharper, tinged with disbelief. “Is dying really that tempting to you? Balancing kills far more than it spares—You can’t just want this.”

“This world is incomprehensible—to me, to all of us. I hardly remember a life where fear didn’t shape every step, every choice. When I heard of this process, to awaken the body to Kaida, I was drawn to it. Our existence sways so delicately between forces we barely grasp. If this is the step I must take to be able to understand more, then my best chance lies with you.”

Maeric’s gaze steadied on Erith, his voice unwavering. “I don’t tempt death, but I won’t shy from it when understanding lies just beyond my reach.”

There was a faint curiosity over Erith’s expression as he studied Maeric. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the Murasi, his steps unhurried. The Murasi remained in its place, eyeing Erith as he approached. Slowly stretching out his hand, Erith placed it gently on the glowing figure, his touch lingering for a brief moment, before Erith withdrew.

Erith turned and calmly walked back toward Maeric, who stood silently, tracking Erith’s every step with fascination. Erith shifted between the stones arranged on the ground.

He exhaled, breaking the silence. “It’s almost a shame. That face of yours will look as tired as mine before long. You’ll miss having good sleep—and will have to find time to practice on your own too. Now, Vice Captain—”

“Please” Maeric interjected. “Just Maeric.”

“Now, Maeric, I can try to help you, but I’ll need you to do more than keep a secret…” Erith turned his attention to the blade he held. Erith’s fingers brushed lightly on the hilt before he flipped it and offered it back to Maeric.

Help me tempt death,” Erith spoke firmly. “Hit me with the blade—just once."

Maeric froze, his grip hesitant as he stared at the blade now thrust back into his hands. “Erith, what—”

“Just do it,” Erith urged, steadying his breath as he readied his stance.

Erith had closed his eyes, his tone calm but carried an edige of resolve. “Curiosity can be a dangerous thing, Maeric, but maybe it’s worth the risk.” He gave Maeric a resolute nod.

Reluctantly, Maeric raised the sword, adjusting his grip as he gauged the weight of the swing. He aimed high, intending to strike cleanly, but at the last moment diverted towards Erith’s arm.

The blade struck with a metallic clang, sharp and jarring, as though it had collided with steel. The force of the impact sent the sword flying from Maeric’s grasp.

Before Maeric could react, a translucent distortion rippled between them, expanding outward from Erith in a sudden, forceful wave. The energy hit Maeric like a solid wall, knocking him backward with a gasp.

He landed hard, the breath knocked from his lungs. The sword struck the ground with a dull thud, far from where they stood. Maeric blinked, disoriented, his eyes catching on a displaced stone nearby. He traced its path back to Erith, who now stood amidst the once-neat arrangement of stones, now scattered amongst the clearing.

The translucent wave rippled outward into the woods. Maeric caught the distortions of the Murasi retreating into the shadows. Its muted glow disappeared into the trees, leaving the clearing in silence…

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