The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: The Golden Unknown

EIRLYS’ POV

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The world spun away beneath me. One heartbeat, I clung to Kierygan’s horns. The next, I was weightless-torn from him, cast adrift.

A scream tore out of me, raw and ragged, as I reached for him, fingers grasping only air. Terror crushed my chest-not for myself, but for him. He fought the cyclone with everything he had, wings thrashing, roar shaking the storm, yet gaining nothing.

The sight shattered me.

My mate, my dragon, my anchor-snared and failing, no matter how he fought.

Below, shadows writhed and coalesced. Morwenna and Mirael stood as one, their arms raised high, weaving the prison that bound him tighter with every breath.

And between them yawned the portal, vast and devouring, a maw of endless night. I was falling straight into it.

I knew, with sick certainty. The grimoire and I were being delivered into the Light Reaper’s

hands.

I can hear their cackling now-wet, triumphant. They think they’ve already won. And in a few heartbeats, they will have.

They’ll have all three relics.

And they’ll have me.

I clutched the satchel tight against my chest, breath hitching. A faint rustle stirred within- then Nibbles’ small nose poked from the flap, whiskers twitching. Confused, but unafraid. My throat ached. Even now, he stayed with me.

Desperation surged. I summoned my glow, letting it flare wild and untamed around me, reaching, reaching-straining to break the cyclone’s grip on Kierygan. But I was already too far gone, falling too fast.

The portal rose to meet me, vast and merciless.

“Kierygan…” My whisper broke, tears streaming before I forced my eyes shut.

Then came the impact. My body struck the unyielding ground, pain shattering through me, sharp enough to steal breath and thought alike. Then, nothing. Darkness swallowed me

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When consciousness crept back, my first thought struck like a blade-Kierygan.

The dread that I might never see him or anyone again pressed heavier than the ache still thrumming through my bones. I lay utterly still, eyes clenched shut, unwilling to face what waited. Because if I opened them, I feared the first thing I would see would be my worst nightmare-The Light Reaper.

Two sets of strong hands seized my shoulders, hauling me upright.

“Wake up.”

The voice was deep, commanding-but not the hollow, echoing tone I dreaded. The Light Reaper had haunted enough of my dreams for me to know the sound of his voice, the stench

of his Void. This was not him.

I dared a breath. Curiosity warred with fear until, at last, I cracked my eyes open-only to have the sight steal the air from my lungs.

Two men dragged me forward, their gauntlets biting into my arms. They were clad head to toe in silver and gold, armor radiant even without the kiss of sun, visors concealing their

faces.

My gaze darted around, braced for blight, for rot. But there was none. Light poured across the land itself, the air shimmering with a purity I had never known, as though the very sky was alive and breathing.

I stumbled, drinking in too much at once-the pale marble ground veined with iridescence, towers of crystal stretching impossibly high, the endless vault of a perfect sky.

No Light Reaper. No Morwenna. No Mirael.

If this wasn’t the Void… and it wasn’t Val’Thirael… then what was this place?

The armored men brought me before a dais where a figure waited.

And I stopped breathing.

The man before me was unlike anything I had ever seen-tall, broad-shouldered, robed in white that gleamed like woven sunlight. His hair flowed long, golden as molten ore, and his eyes… they burned the same hue. Not the warm amber of Evander’s gaze, but true gold- unyielding, inexorable.

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His beauty is something beyond words. Something that wasn’t meant to be looked at for long. His very presence made me tremble. I did not know whether to weep, to flee, or to cast myself down in reverence.

The soldiers shoved me forward. I fell to my knees at his feet.

“Your Radiance,” one said, bowing his helm. “We found this one near the gates.”

I lifted my head, heart pounding as his gaze fixed on me. For the briefest moment, his

fortress of an expression softened-just a fraction. A flicker passed through his golden eyes, so subtle it was almost nothing. And yet, I caught it.

“Astraea?”

My breath caught, the name piercing like an arrow. “You…” My voice trembled. “You knew my

mother?”

His eyes widened for a heartbeat, then snapped shut, replaced by the unshakable mask of

calm.

I was about to ask him more about my mother. No one I’d ever met had known her. But before I could breathe a word, an armored man stepped forward, lowering himself to one knee. “She had this on her person, my Lord.”

He extended my satchel in gloved hands.

The man-their Lord-accepted it silently, long fingers unfastening the clasp. But before he could inspect it further, a soft bundle of fur leapt free.

“Nibbles!” I gasped. “Come here.”

The rabbit landed gracefully on the polished marble, ears twitching, eyes bright-entirely unafraid of the golden-haired figure before him. Then, in the hush of the chamber, the man’s

voice rang out.

“Lepus? What are you doing here?”

His gaze flicked between the rabbit and me, like something unspoken passed between them. Worry clawed at me. I stepped forward, my voice firmer than I meant: “I want Nibbles… and my satchel back.”

Gasps echoed around the chamber.

In an instant, soldiers seized me, forcing me down hard onto the cold marble. Pain bit through knees and palms.

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“You do not address His Holiness in such a manner,” one snapped, grip tightening to drive the

lesson home.

I clenched my jaw, lifting my eyes to his, defiance burning even as fear nipped at my

resolve.

Their Lord’s gaze remained steady. “You are not supposed to be here, child,” he said, voice deep and resonant, like the echo of mountains.

“Well, I don’t want to be here either,” I snapped back, sharper than I intended. My chest heaved. “I don’t even know how I got here. All I knew was that I was being delivered to the Light Reaper, who wanted to devour my light.”

I tried to rise, but the soldiers stepped closer, spears raised. The tips gleamed in the light, humming with a familiar resonance-star fragments, the same as my sword.

“Just return my rabbit and my satchel, and I’ll leave,” I said, hands trembling. “Please. I need to get back to my mate. He’s in danger.”

The Lord’s long fingers closed around the tome, flipping its pages with deliberate care. Then he looked back at me. “You may have the rabbit,” he said slowly, “but not the book.”

I rose fully, ignoring the spears aimed at me. My light flared, crackling along my fingers like warning sparks. “Give it back!” I demanded. “They’re after it, and I need to put it somewhere safe!”

The soldiers advanced, but their Lord merely raised one hand. Instantly, their spears dipped. Their march halted. Not one of them stepped closer.

His golden eyes narrowed on me, unsettling in their calm. “The book stays with me,” he said, his voice low and final.

I didn’t know who he thought he was to decide for the book-or why he even wanted it. All I knew was that it had to be returned. It had to go back to where it belonged.

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