The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: A Song to Spark a Star

KIERYGAN’S POV

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Eirlys was still fast asleep, despite her earlier, stubborn insistence that she didn’t need rest. Now, she lay peacefully curled beneath the covers, her breathing slow and even.

I lingered at the edge of the bed, watching her-debating whether to wake her. But the faint snore that escaped with each exhale made the decision for me. She needed more sleep.

Careful not to disturb her, I rose slowly. Nibbles rustled softly in his cage, his nose twitching as he caught my scent. I lifted the little creature and set him gently beside her.

“Guard her,” I murmured.

He wriggled beneath the curtain of her hair, nestling close as if he understood. Even in sleep, a faint smile brushed her lips-so tender it ached to see it. My heart twisted, and for a moment, I wavered, wishing I could stay.

But it was time. The two halves of the grimoire needed to be united. And with them, the truths long buried might finally be revealed. So, with a heavy heart, I turned and left our room.

I closed the door behind me and stepped into the corridor, the quiet echo of my footsteps leading me toward King Lucius’ study-and toward answers that, with hope, might change Eirlys’ fate for the better.

When I stepped into the study, every gaze turned toward me.

Prince Draven leaned back in his chair, lips curling into his usual sneer. “About time.”

I ignored him. Instead, I crossed the room and took the empty seat between Ulyanna and Evander at the round table. At its center lay the two halves of the Arcana Omnia.

Separated, they were powerless. But soon, they will be whole again.

King Lucius rose, his presence commanding the room into silence. “Let us begin.”

He lifted the first half and set it atop the second. For a moment, we held our breath, waiting- expecting a pulse of light, a flicker of recognition. Something.

But nothing happened.

“It won’t merge without a price,” Ulyanna said quietly.

Lucius extended a hand toward her. “Shall we, High Witch?”

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Without hesitation, Ulyanna rose. Together, they pricked their fingers-Lucius with a clawed nail, Ulyanna with a silver needle conjured from thin air. A single drop of blood from each fell onto the seam where leather met leather.

The tomes shuddered-resisting, then yielding, as if torn between two instincts.

And then Ulyanna began. The incantation slipped from her tongue in a language older than the realms themselves. Older than my kind. Each syllable thrummed through the air, vibrating against my skin like a distant drumbeat.

The room dimmed. Candles guttered and flared.

The tomes split apart, pages fluttering violently, like wings fighting for freedom.

And then… A blinding flash of light, sharp enough to carve shadows into the walls.

When my vision cleared, the two halves were gone. In their place lay a single book. Whole. Ancient. Heavy with power.

The Arcana Omnia, reborn.

The leather cover was darker now, etched with runes that shifted as though alive. It pulsed once, twice, then stilled. Like a heart that had just taken its first breath.

No one spoke. Not even Draven.

King Lucius broke the silence. “Would you care to do the honors, Lady Ulyanna?”

She inclined her head. “Gladly.”

Settling back into her chair, Ulyanna’s expression remained composed. But I didn’t miss the faint tremor of anticipation in her fingers. Lucius slid the grimoire toward her, then moved behind, his presence a silent shadow over her shoulders.

No one breathed as she placed her palms on the cover. Slowly, reverently, she opened it.

And there it was.

Neat script sprawled across the vellum, letters as precise as if inked only yesterday. The air in the chamber thickened, magic bleeding from the parchment itself. Ulyanna’s lips parted slightly, eyes narrowing as she traced the lines.

“Heavens,” she breathed, eyes wide with awe. “These are truly rare. Concoctions, preservations, transmutations… some I thought impossible-others, lost forever.”

Lucius’s gaze sharpened, hunger glinting in his eyes.

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I cleared my throat, cutting through their quiet marveling. “All very fascinating, I’m sure,” I said. “But let’s focus on what matters. Creation.”

“Of course,” Ulyanna murmured.

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Evander leaned in, steepling his fingers. His voice was deceptively light. “Then perhaps look for mention of the First Explosion. If the Light Reaper intends to ignite himself, he may be trying to mirror how the gods-or the Celestial Guardians-breathed life into the universe. The

birth of the fae.”

Ulyanna exhaled slowly, then began flipping through the pages, one after another, the scripts and sigils blurring past. For a long moment, nothing leapt out.

Then Lucius spoke, his voice clipped and certain. “In the old tongue, they would never call it an explosion.”

He stepped closer, eyes locked on the page. “They called it the First Dawn.”

Ulyanna nodded. Her fingers paused on the parchment for a breath before turning a page, then another, and another-until suddenly, they stopped.

“There.” Her fingertip pressed against the page, the ink glowing faintly at her touch. “The First Dawn.”

The room went still, everyone leaning forward as though the words themselves might whisper their truths aloud.

Ulyanna’s lips moved, softly at first, then rising into words as clear as a bell. Beneath her hands, the grimoire pulsed faintly, as if responding to her voice.

“In the beginning, seven gods stood watch over the darkness.

Each bore within them a distinct essence.

To bring order where there was none, they cast grains of themselves into the dark.

And those grains became stars-

sparks to light the endless silence.”

The chamber seemed to breathe with her words. Candle flames tilted toward the tome, drawn

as if by an unseen current. Her voice deepened, gaining a steady cadence:

“But as the gods gazed upon the stars, they found the silence unbearable.

Light alone was not enough.

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They longed for voices. For wonder. For minds that could marvel at what had been made.

So they joined in one accord-weaving the Song of Dawn, a resonance born of all seven essences combined.”

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“The harmony ignited the stars,” Lucius murmured, eyes narrowing as he studied the text. “A burst that split the vast darkness itself.”

“The First Dawn,” Ulyanna confirmed. “A cosmic firestorm that rippled through every corner of creation. From that resonance, beings of starlight emerged: the Stellar Fae. Living

embodiments of cosmic light.”

Eirlys’s face flashed in my mind, her glow, the golden flare of her eyes earlier. I kept silent, jaw tight.

“Every fae dominion descends from them,” Ulyanna continued, her voice quieter now. “But only the Stellars carried the full sevenfold resonance.”

My hand curled into a fist on the table. “And Eirlys carries them all.”

The table fell into silence once more, each of us struck speechless by what the grimoire had revealed. But for me, it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“Is that all?” I asked, my voice cutting through the stillness. “There has to be more, Ulyanna.”

The High Witch’s brows drew together in a frown. Her finger slid down the next column of ink. “There is… a separate passage. A mention of the First Song.”

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