The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 122

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Chapter 122: If You Burn, I Burn

EIRLYS’ POV

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I didn’t know how I had come to be here. One moment, I was lying beside Kierygan; the next, I

stood in a chamber that should have been lost to time.

The hall of the Stellar Court stretched out before me. Seven seats encircled me in perfect symmetry, and I stood at the very center. Overhead, tiny golden lights traced constellations across the vaulted ceiling, each one shimmering like stars.

But unlike the ruins we had once walked through, there was no trace of blight, no shadows clinging to ancient stone. The walls gleamed as if newly hewn, the gold filigree on the columns pulsing with a soft, living radiance. It felt untouched, unbroken… as though I had stepped backward through time, into an age when Val’Thirael still lived and breathed.

“Hello?” My voice trembled, thin in the vastness.

No answer. My heart pounded. Why was I here… alone?

A hum, soft and lilting, wove through the air like a lullaby I didn’t recognize, yet somehow knew. Each note stirred something deep in my chest, a strange ache I couldn’t name.

Drawn by its pull, I began to follow, the melody guiding me forward.

At the far end of the chamber, a woman stood before a great window, her back to me. Silver

hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the starlight-hair just like mine.

Beyond the glass, there were no blight-choked skies, only a vast night scattered with stars, a full moon crowned above them like a silent guardian.

My steps slowed as I drew near, breath tight in my chest. Deep down, I already knew who she was, though my mind refused to name her.

Just a few steps away, I stopped. The word slipped from my lips before I could stop it, trembling on the edge of disbelief.

“Mother.”

She turned. Her eyes-violet, like mine-met mine at last. Then she smiled, the kind of smile that lived in my oldest memories, and whispered, “My beautiful daughter.”

The words broke something open inside me. Tears welled up and spilled over as I stumbled forward, wrapping my arms around her, clutching her as if letting go would make her disappear.

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“Are you… are you really here?” My voice cracked, trembling against her shoulder.

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She held me close, her embrace warm and steady. “I am always with you,” she said softly.

I pulled back, shaking my head. “But I saw him. I saw how the Light Reaper snuffed out your light. You were gone.”

Her touch was gentle as she brushed the tears from my cheeks. “Light does not truly die, my sweet child. It changes, transforms, takes new forms. But it never dies.”

My chest ached, trembling with fear I couldn’t name. “I’m scared,” I confessed, voice breaking. “I don’t know what to do.”

Her smile deepened, calm and luminous, like the stars beyond the great window. “Shine your light.”

I blinked, uncertain. “But that’s what he wants,” I said softly. “That’s what the Light Reaper is waiting for… for me to shine, so he can devour it.”

She turned back toward the window, her form gleaming in silver radiance, then began to shimmer, fading like starlight at dawn.

“No!” My hand shot out, grasping nothing but air. “Don’t leave me. Please, don’t leave.” My voice rose, splintered, desperate. “I don’t know what to do. I’m scared. Don’t leave me!”

“It’s alright. I’m here, Eirlys.”

But the voice wasn’t hers. It was deeper-grounded, real.

A firm shake jolted me, and my eyes flew open.

The great chamber vanished. In its place: Kierygan, his blue eyes sharp with worry. One hand still on my shoulder, the other gently wiping away tears and the sheen of sweat on my brow.

“It was just a dream, my star,” he said softly.

I gasped, breath ragged, chest heaving. Just a dream… Yet something deep inside me whispered that it had been more than that.

I sat up against the headboard, my breath still uneven. Beside me, Kierygan shifted, the mattress dipping as he leaned back against the carved wood. He slipped an arm around my shoulders, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles along my skin. I leaned into him, pressing myself into his warmth.

His voice broke the quiet. “Did you dream of the Light Reaper again?”

I shook my head, a strand of hair clinging to my damp cheek. My throat tightened, but I

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managed to whisper, “No. I dreamt about my mother.”

His hand paused, just for a heartbeat, then resumed its gentle motion.

“Then why,” he asked softly, “were you screaming that you were scared?”

I swallowed hard, the tears rising again as the memory surged back. I turned toward him, pressing my face into his chest.

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“I was telling her how scared I was of what was coming,” I said, my voice muffled. “I asked her what to do. But… she just said to shine my light.”

He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t need him to. I only needed him to listen-and he did, his fingers combing gently through my hair.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze to him, my throat tightening. “Maybe that’s what I’m meant for. Maybe I was always meant to give it away. To… give myself.”

His hand came up, cupping my face with a sudden fierceness. His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, and though his touch was gentle, his voice was not.

“No.”

The word split the silence like steel against stone. His eyes blazed, blue flame tempered with molten silver. “I will not let that happen to you. We will find another way. There has to be.”

I swallowed, my chest aching. “But what if there really isn’t? If it meant you-and everyone else-lived?” My voice broke. “Wouldn’t it be the right thing if I surrendered?”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment I thought he might shake me. Instead, his voice dropped low, grave as a vow. “If that is your path, then it is mine too.”

I shook my head, desperate, furious. “No. If I give myself, it’s so that you live. That you keep fighting. That the world survives.”

He tightened his grip on my face. “Listen to me carefully,” he said, his voice low, unyielding. “ Leaving me is not saving me, Eirlys. It’s dooming me.”

His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our foreheads touched. His breath fanned hot across my skin, ragged with something rawer than rage.

“Our souls are bonded, Eirlys.” His voice trembled-not with fear, but with iron certainty. “If you burn, then I burn too. That is the only truth I will accept.”

Tears pricked at my eyes. “But I don’t want you to die.”

“Promise me.” His hold tightened, as though I might vanish if he loosened it. “If you burn, I

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burn.”

My chest ached, resistance and surrender colliding inside me. Slowly, I nodded.

“Say it,” he urged, voice rough, desperate.

The words fell from me, fragile as glass. “If I burn, you burn too.”

“Again.” This time, his command left no room for trembling.

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My voice steadied, stronger, brighter-like it was no longer just mine but ours. “If I burn, you burn too.”

Kierygan gave me no chance to retreat, to take it back, or falter again. The moment my vow left my lips, he sealed it with a kiss-hungry, unrelenting-his mouth claiming mine. Heat surged through me, fierce and overwhelming, and my glow burst to life, spilling against his skin.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp, while his other hand traced down my back, over my side, until it slipped beneath the thin fabric of my nightdress. The gentle pull told me what he wanted.

And my body answered before my mind could think better of it.

I tore myself free just long enough to breathe, my glow flickering wildly at the edge of my vision. “Maybe we should close the curtain,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “They’ll know what we’re doing.”

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