The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Dream of Stars, Chains of Bone

KIERYGAN’S POV

I knew this place.

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The vast chamber stretched around me-the vaulted arches, the seven seats arranged in a perfect circle, the thousand faerie lights glimmering overhead like distant stars.

I had stood here before. And yet, I knew I wasn’t truly here. This wasn’t a vision. Nor was it memory-at least, not mine.

This was a dream.

Eirlys’ dream.

I had stepped into it once more. And I knew because she had told me about this one two nights ago.

Just as I expected, the humming began.

A lullaby-soft, mellifluous, unearthly-unfurled through the chamber, threading along the stone walls as though the hall itself yearned to cradle the sound. It did not chill me; instead, it seeped into me, a warmth that reached the marrow of my bones.

I turned toward it and caught a glimpse of Eirlys’ retreating form. Her long silver hair shimmered like liquid light, her pale blue nightdress flowing behind her with each step. She moved toward the sound, drawn to it, toward the vast window ahead-where another silver-haired figure stood, her back turned, haloed in starlight.

“Eirlys,” I called, my voice carrying easily across the chamber. But she did not turn. She did not hear me.

I forced my steps forward, closing the distance between us, and when I caught up to her, she was already crying. The sight of her broke something sharp and unwelcome in me.

Before her stood her mother-Queen Astraea. Calm. Radiant. A mirror of her daughter’s beauty. Yet, that serenity in her face was a cruel contrast to Eirlys’s trembling frame.

“Mother, I’m scared,” Eirlys whispered, her voice breaking like fragile glass. “What do I do? Please… tell me what I need to do.”

Queen Astraea’s gaze softened, luminous and distant, yet her words were maddeningly simple. “Shine your light.”

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My stomach twisted. Eirlys’s tears, her pleading, and this woman, answering with nothing but riddles. Heat rose in my chest, sharp and bitter. My hand clenched into a fist at my side.

“Why can’t you stop being so damn cryptic and just fvcking tell her what to do?” I snarled, my voice crashing against the chamber walls.

But no one flinched. Of course not. In this dream, I would not be heard. I would not be seen.

Astraea did not falter. Her gaze never wavered as she repeated, soft yet unyielding, “Shine your light, my child.”

She began to turn, then paused. For a heartbeat, I could have sworn her eyes flickered-just barely-toward me.

“There is no other way.”

Her final words lingered in the silence as her form shimmered, unraveling into drifting motes of starlight. The chamber dissolved with her.

I jolted awake, lungs burning, the bitter taste of fury still sharp on my tongue. Almost without thinking, my arms went around Eirlys, holding her close. Her sobs pressed into my chest, dampening my clothes, her small body trembling.

“Kierygan,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she sniffled.

I combed my fingers through her silver hair, letting my hand rest gently against her cheek. “I know,” I murmured. “I was there. I… I was in your dream.”

Eirlys pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes wide, searching. “You heard what she said,” she whispered, voice small but heavy with fear. “There is no other way.”

I pressed my nose to her forehead. “It’s just a dream, Eirlys.”

She sniffled, her voice trembling. “They’re not just dreams,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”

I exhaled, slow and steady. “I’m not letting that happen,” I said firmly. “We are not letting that happen.”

She pressed closer against me, seeking comfort without words. I didn’t need her to speak her fears-they cut through the bond between us, sharp and unrelenting. I held her tighter, letting her feel, without a single word, that she would never face this alone.

The next morning, I wasted no time. Right after breakfast, I summoned Ulyanna to my study. She entered with her usual grace, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

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I cut straight to the point.

“Bring out the secret grimoire,” I said, voice flat, sharp. “We need to know how the Light Reaper plans to ignite himself-and if there’s a way to stop it.”

Ulyanna’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not that simple,” she said.

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I slammed my fist on the table. “That damned Reaper is always two steps ahead of us. It’s time we leveled the odds.”

She let out a long, measured sigh. “I’m not saying no, Kierygan. I’m saying the vault isn’t easily breached. It’s bristling with enchantments for a reason. You think you can just reach in and take it?”

“Fine,” I said. “How soon can you retrieve it?”

“You and I can go to the vault tonight,” she replied. “You may bring Eirlys as well.”

I inclined my head, a silent acknowledgment of her agreement. She gave me a faint nod and walked away, leaving the room heavy with unspoken anticipation.

I kept myself busy through the day, letting the hours slip by. When the sun finally sank below the horizon, I went to collect Eirlys. She was waiting in our chambers, calm as ever, gently stroking her pet rabbit.

Hand in hand, we made our way to the library, where Ulyanna had instructed us to meet. The space was hushed and empty, save for the distant flicker of torchlight across the shelves.

We had barely waited a few heartbeats before Ulyanna appeared, her satchel slung across her chest. The faint clink of glass and metal announced the tools and vials within. She gave us a subtle nod, a silent command to follow.

We threaded our way between towering shelves until we reached the very last one, tucked against the back wall. Ulyanna paused, her hands moving deftly to a candle holder mounted on the stone. With a firm twist, she inverted it, and the floor beneath our feet shivered.

A section of the stone wall slid aside without a sound, unveiling a spiral staircase that twisted downward into shadow. A chill rose from below, carrying the scent of decay, musty stone, and a faint trace of long-hidden magic.

Ulyanna lifted her hands, and a soft orb of light hovered between her palms, illuminating the spiral staircase as we descended. The shadows stretched long and lean, curling along the stone walls.

Eirlys’ hand tightened around mine, small tremors running through her fingers. It only took a moment to understand why. The spiral, the darkness, the confined space-it all must have

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echoed the memory of her tower.

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I drew her closer, my arm firm around her shoulders. “I’m right here,” I murmured. “Nothing here will harm you.”

Her fingers loosened just enough, though the tremor lingered.

We descended the spiral, the soft glow from Ulyanna’s light tracing the walls like a fragile guide. “Almost there,” she said, her voice bouncing softly off the stone.

I arched an eyebrow. “Your ancestors hid your precious grimoire… in a crypt?” I asked, the curiosity and disbelief in my voice barely contained.

Ulyanna said nothing.

We stopped in front of an old stone tomb, its surface worn smooth with time. I tilted my head, taking in the irony. “When you say vault, I was expecting something else,” I muttered, more to myself than her. “A treasure vault of some sort… not a burial vault.”

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