The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Threats Above, Enemies Below

KIERYGAN’S POV

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I was just about to tackle the parchments scattered in untidy stacks across my desk when a knock rapped at the study door.

“Enter,” I ordered.

Ulyanna swept in, Evander close at her shoulder. Without waiting for an invitation, they dragged chairs across the rug and seated themselves opposite me. I set my quill aside and leaned back, eyes narrowing.

“Did I forget some urgent matter?” I asked.

Ulyanna folded her hands neatly in her lap. Evander, by contrast, sprawled as if this were his personal lounge rather than my place of work.

“No,” Ulyanna said at last, her tone calm-too careful. “We only want to know how Eirlys is doing.”

My frown deepened. “She’s fine,” I said. “Training, as we speak.”

Ulyanna inclined her head, then leaned forward, her eyes glinting like she weighed every word. “Did you notice something different about her?” she asked. “Or perhaps… feel something different?”

I cocked my head, studying her. “Aside from the fact she has wings now-no. Nothing.” I leaned in, voice dropping lower. “But I doubt you came here just to marvel at them. So, out

with it.”

Evander lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug, though his gaze lingered a beat too long on me. “Still a curious matter,” he said lightly. “Wings aren’t common among the fae. Only royals ever bore them, and even then… it was rare enough to be legend.”

”

Ulyanna set her hand lightly over Evander’s, steadying him before raising her gaze to me. What concerns me more than her wings,” Ulyanna said evenly, “is the power she displayed after returning from… wherever she was taken.”

I arched a brow. “It was spectacular,” I said. “But aren’t Stellar Fae supposed to be the most powerful of all magical beings ever to exist on this earth?”

“They are,” Ulyanna admitted.

“I’m hearing a ‘but,” I said, leaning back in my chair, arms folding across my chest.

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It was Evander who spoke first. “I’ve been scouring every text I can find on the fae, especially the Stellars, ever since we discovered what Eirlys is. Every account insists their power comes from within. They draw on the grain of light born inside them.”

Ulyanna picked up smoothly, her voice hushed but firm. “Yet yesterday, she didn’t just summon her own light. It was as if she reached into the heavens themselves-dragged lightning from the sky and bent it to her will.”

I said nothing, though my heart lurched as the memory surged back, unbidden-the cyclone breaking at her command, the blinding arcs crackling between her palms, the heavens themselves splitting under her call. I had seen it with my own eyes.

“Eirlys is seven times more powerful than any other Stellar fae,” I said at last, forcing my tone flat, matter-of-fact. “Surely that explains what we witnessed.”

Ulyanna’s mouth thinned. “I thought the same-until she told us something else.” Her gaze held mine, steady. “The man with the golden hair… he called her rabbit ‘Lepus.”

My brow rose. “Lepus? As in riddles and children’s tales?”

Evander leaned in, the careless ease gone from his posture. His voice dropped, edged with gravity. “Not just tales. They were spun from truth. Lepus was no myth, but one of the Celestial Guardian’s stewards. An ancient being said to take the form of a rabbit.”

I let their words settle, though every instinct in me bristled at the notion. My fingers drummed against the arm of my chair, a steady rhythm that belied the flicker of intrigue in my eyes.

“Suppose I humor this… improbable idea,” I said finally, my tone clipped. “That Nibbles is- what-Lepus, some celestial steward. What does that have to do with Eirlys, or her powers?”

Ulyanna’s lips pressed together. “I don’t know… not yet. But familiars are never accidents, Kierygan. They are gifts from one magical being to another, guides and protectors. If Nibbles truly is a steward, then it would mean a celestial being sent him to her.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Or… Nibbles could simply have been Queen Astraea’s familiar, passed along to guide her daughter before she died. Nothing more.”

Ulyanna inclined her head slowly. “Possible. But my point is-whether inherited or not-a heavenly steward’s presence on earth is no coincidence. It’s either permitted or commanded

by a god.”

Evander spoke then, his voice low, carrying an edge sharper than Ulyanna’s. “Speaking of Queen Astraea… There are no records of her taking a consort, nor of announcing an heir. You know the traditions, Kierygan-coronations, unions, births of heirs. They are never hidden. Always heralded.”

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A tight knot formed in my chest, but I refused to let it loosen my grip on reason. “Maybe,” I said slowly, teeth clenched, “it was no longer for the news to reach outside their kingdom because of the blight.”

Evander tilted his head, eyes steady, unflinching. “Or maybe it was kept a secret because it’s…

forbidden.”

I felt my patience fray, each word twisting my thoughts tighter. “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” My voice was low, sharp, almost a growl.

Silence stretched across the room, thick and heavy, like the pause before a storm breaks. Ulyanna exhaled, steady as stone, and finally spoke. “It’s possible… that Eirlys’ father is one of the Celestial Guardians.”

The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. My chest tightened so violently it felt like I

couldn’t breathe.

“No,” I rasped, shaking my head as though I could shake the thought free. “I refuse to believe it. If it’s true… she’s not just facing enemies of this world…she could be facing threats from heaven itself.”

THE VOID

The gnarled trees and swirling mist pressed in around Mirael and Morwenna, silent witnesses to their failure. Dark wisps, alive with the Light Reaper’s will, coiled around their necks, lifting them off the ground, constricting air, biting into flesh.

“After I granted you power… and you still fail,” the Light Reaper’s voice rumbled, low and cruel, dripping like molten shadow.

Mirael’s voice was hoarse, brittle, each word a struggle. “We didn’t expect… she would… escape our trap,” she gasped. “She just… disappeared. And when she returned… she had wings. And she’s… somehow stronger.”

The dark wisps tightened abruptly, snapping her forward. A strangled cough tore from her throat, eyes watering. The Light Reaper’s tone sharpened, each word slicing through the haze. “Your excuses are meaningless to me.”

“You… you felt it yourself,” Mirael croaked, desperate.

A sudden rumble shook the ground, and Mirael screamed, agony ripping from her.

Morwenna wheezed, gasping, hands clawing at the shadows that bound her. “Please… forgive us, My Lord. We’ll… find another way,” she rasped between choked breaths. “We’ll get

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