The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: The Dark Twin

EIRLYS’ POV

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The breakfast table was quiet the next morning, save for the soft clink of silverware against ceramics and the occasional attempt at small talk from Orryx or Callum.

I glanced toward the far end of the table. Evander’s seat was still empty, just like it had been last

night.

He hadn’t left the infirmary since he carried Scylla there. The only time he did was when Kierygan and I stopped by to check on her, and Kierygan practically ordered him to bathe. He told him he reeked of sweat, blight, and blood, and that no one would want to wake up to a smell like that.

That seemed to do the trick. Evander vanished in a blink and returned not long after, hair damp and wearing a clean tunic. Though he still looked like hell.

Danaiah had managed to close the puncture wound. The root had missed Scylla’s heart by barely

an inch. But she still hadn’t woken up.

I toyed with my food in silence, dragging a strip of meat around my plate with the tip of fork.

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My mind drifted to Val’Thirael, to the chamber ceiling etched with stars, to Scylla lying motionless

on that cot.

A sharp whoosh of air yanked me back to the present.

My goblet toppled, water sloshing across the table, startling everyone.

Evander stood beside me, hair tousled, eyes sharp with urgency. “Eirlys. I need you at the infirmary.

I didn’t ask questions. I simply nodded and pushed back my chair.

He moved behind me, a steady hand on my waist. And in the next breath, the world blurred and vanished as he phased us. My boots barely touched the floor before we were there.

I gripped the edge of a nearby cot, bracing myself. Thankfully, breakfast stayed down. I exhaled slowly, blinking against the shift in lighting. The air here was cool, sharp with the bite of herbs and old magic.

Scylla lay unmoving on the bed, her skin too pale against the crisp linen. Danaiah knelt beside her, fingers careful as she checked the wrappings over her chest.

Kierygan arrived seconds later, his boots thudding like warning bells. He didn’t say a word, but the tick in his jaw tightened when his eyes landed on Evander. Still, he remained by the door, silent and

watching.

Danaiah looked up at me. “We need your help.”

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She gently peeled the bandage from Scylla’s chest.

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Beneath it, the skin had healed. A faint scar marked the center. But that wasn’t the problem.

Dark veins slithered outward from it like cracks in glass, slow and pulsing. At first, I thought it was

just a shadow. But no. They were beneath her skin.

Danaiah sighed, a crease forming between her brows. “At first, I thought it was healing… but

something was wrong.” She lifted her hand, the soft white glow pulsing dimly. “My magic… it’s

being absorbed. But it’s not doing anything.”

I stepped closer, my heart sinking as I followed the darkened veins spidering toward Scylla’s heart. They pulsed faintly, like something alive beneath her skin.

“Whatever poison this is,” Danaiah murmured, “it came from Val’Thirael. You can cure the blight,

Eirlys. Maybe… maybe you can stop this too.”

Evander sat at the edge of the cot, his expression tight. “If it keeps spreading at this pace, it’ll

reach her heart before nightfall.”

He clenched his fist on his lap, guilt flickering in his eyes-alongside something else I couldn’t

name. I glanced at Danaiah and felt the weight on her chest.

“Of course,” I said at last. “I’ll try.”

Kierygan pulled a chair over and set it beside the cat. I offered him a quiet, grateful glance and sat down. He stood beside me, close enough that I felt his presence like a shield.

I reached forward and gently peeled away the rest of the bandage. My hand hovered above the

darkened wound.

Then I closed my eyes.

I thought of the friends I never expected to have. I thought of my mother’s face-one I had only ever seen in dreams. And then, I thought of Kierygan.

Warmth bloomed in my chest.

When I opened my eyes, I was glowing.

A soft, golden light shimmered outward, flowing gently from my fingers into Scylla’s chest. The darkness recoiled, shrinking from the touch of the light as if scorched. Slowly, it began to fade,

until only the faintest scar remained.

Scylla stirred, her chest rising deeper now. Her breath is no longer shallow.

I felt Kierygan’s hand brush lightly over my shoulder “You did it,” he murmured. “Again.”

Danaiah turned to me, her smile watery with relief. Thank you so much, dear.”

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I offered her a tired smile in return-then froze at the soft sound behind me. A groan.

My head snapped toward the cot. Scylla was beginning to stir.

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She blinked against the light, then slowly turned her head toward us. Her breath caught, but she

pushed herself upright, one hand gripping the edge of the cot for balance.

“How are you feeling?” Danaiah asked.

Scylla stretched her arms overhead, then offered a lazy smile. “Like I just had the best sleep of my

life.”

But I could tell she was downplaying it. Her hand went instinctively to her chest where a gaping

wound had been just hours ago.

Evander stepped forward sharply, his voice cutting through the room. “You shouldn’t have done

that,” he snapped. “I had it under control.”

Scylla turned to him with a raised brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Clearly,” she said, dry as dust.

She sighed, sounding almost bored. “Don’t flatter yourself, butcher. I didn’t do it out of fondness.” Her eyes narrowed, her voice turning cold. “I couldn’t let you die, you still have a part to play.”

Then her gaze shifted to me. The smirk vanished, replaced by something sharper and clearer.

“Beware the dark twin,” she said quietly.

“Dark twin?” I gasped. “What does that mean?”

Scylla reached out and gripped my arm, her fingers cold but steady. “Contrary to what we first believed… you are not the final fae.”

My breath caught. “There are others like me?”

She shook her head slowly. “No. Just one more,” she said. “But this one is your mirror in every way.

Your opposite.”

She shifted with a wince, straightening slowly. Her voice dropped, almost reverent. “If the Stellar Fae were born from the explosion of a star-from light and creation…” Her gaze locked onto mine, unwavering. “Then this one was born in the aftermath. From the dark hollow left behind.”

Evander paced nearby, brow furrowed. “So this dark creature… did it begin the void spreading

south of Val’Thirael?”

Scylla gave a humorless chuckle. “He didn’t start it. He is the void,” she said. “A jealous, ravenous thing that feeds by devouring light. He calls himself the Light Reaper. He consumed court after

court, until none of the Fae remained.”

She turned to me then, her expression grim. “Well, almost none. He was saving you for last. You’re

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his final feast. The one he needs to complete his plan.”

A low growl rumbled beside me. Kierygan. “What plan?”

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Scylla’s eyes met mine again, dark with dread. “He needed the light of the seven High Stellar Fae.

The same light bestowed on you by your mother, Queen Astraea, and her guardian lords and ladies.

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My breath caught. That’s what I dreamed of last night-in the bath. Only… they weren’t dreams. They were memories.

Scylla went on, her voice grim. “He needed the light of seven fae to ignite himself.”

“Ignite?” Evander echoed, brow furrowing. “You mean, like another explosion? Another bang?”

She let out a bitter smile. “Exactly. He’ll force his own rebirth. Recreate the world in his image. A

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