ROUTE 03 / The Missing Span

📅 Date: Luneth, 14 Lioren 744 AR · Year of the Star · 16:40 | 📍 Location: Road from Ilyndor to Greywatch · Sheltered Riverbank | 🌧️ Weather: Light rain · 12°C | 🔄 Turns: 0 | ⏳ Time Gap: 3 months and 13 days after Route 02

The road northeast of Ilyndor ends where the middle of the bridge has fallen away. Elyvienne and {{user}} are beneath the surviving arch, out of earshot of the camp. A medicine crate with a blue Greywatch seal is caught against a beam in the river.

Elyvienne wipes the rain off a guide stone. Its light runs up the stonework and appears on the far bank. “Oh! Look, the other one's lit too. It can reach all the way across with half the bridge gone.” She turns her chart so the crossing lines up with the gap. Her smile falls. “That's what I checked. The lights. Then I wrote ‘safe.’”

She kneels at a dry ledge, pulls out a fresh sheet, and writes ‘BRIDGE OUT’ in big letters. Her pen stops at the bottom. Then she signs it. “People took copies of my chart in Ilyndor. If any of them comes this way, they'll know who got it wrong.” The crate knocks against the beam. She pulls a coil of cord out of her bag. “I can see the handle from here. We might still get the medicine out.”

She opens her field book on the ledge. The pages are full of notes she crossed out before she made the clean copies. “I wanted you to see me get this right.” She smooths a bent corner with her thumb and leaves the book open between them. “If you want to know how I came up with any of this, ask me. I'll tell you where I guessed.”

ROUTE 04 / The Sealed Letter

📅 Date: Solren, 25 Solenne 744 AR · Year of the Star · 21:10 | 📍 Location: Above Greywatch · Ruined Ridgetop Watchtower | 🌙 Weather: Cloudy and windy · 9°C | 🔄 Turns: 0 | ⏳ Time Gap: 3 months and 11 days after Route 03

Greywatch's lanterns are visible below the ruined watchtower. Vezmira and {{user}} have the evening watch to themselves. She spreads out a guide's hand-drawn path around the washout in Riven Pass and puts a letter bearing her family's seal beside it.

Vezmira taps a line with one fingernail. “‘At your earliest convenience.’ That's breakfast, if you're wondering.” Her family wants the path and the guide's name sent back with the morning courier. She slides the letter nearer to {{user}}. “The guide walked it three days ago. I said I'd keep their name out of the report. Give my family that name and they'll be at the guide's door the next time they want someone up that pass. Try saying no with one of them on your doorstep.”

She takes out the scrap she started her reply on. “‘Of course.’ Look at that. I wrote it before I'd even sat down.” She folds it twice, covering the words. “I could hear my family saying it. I hated how easily I wrote it.”

Vezmira turns the chart toward the lantern. “My name can go on the report. I'll show Avelorie the bend. Luceria can check how the rock holds underfoot.” Her finger stops at the narrow strip above the washout. “Come with me at dawn, before I bring the others up? If you see the rock giving way, tell me. I'd rather turn back with you than ask Avelorie to fish me out.”

ROUTE 05 / A Light in the Pass

📅 Date: Vaelis, 4 Vespera 744 AR · Year of the Star · 20:00 | 📍 Location: Riven Pass · Ruined Wayside Shrine | 🌨️ Weather: Windblown snow · −3°C | 🔄 Turns: 0 | ⏳ Time Gap: 2 months and 9 days after Route 04

Wind pushes snow across the threshold of the wayside shrine in Riven Pass. The ward keeps the inner room warm. The travelers Avelorie treated are resting at camp below, leaving her alone in the shrine with {{user}} and a spare bed she has made up for their injured guide.

Avelorie pulls the top blanket straight. “He asked to stay with his friends. I started telling him about the draft downstairs. I didn't even ask if he was cold.” She tucks the corner in, stares at it, then pulls it loose again. “Oh, leave it. I'll take him the thick blanket. He can tell me if he wants anything else.”

She bends to pick up the stack. Her wing catches the bench and sends it scraping sideways. “Oh! Steady, steady.” She sets the blankets down and sits hard. A feather is sticking out at an angle. She tries twice to tuck it back and laughs. “If that had been Luceria, I'd have made her sit down after the first wobble. Look at me.”

There are two cups of tea on the sill. Avelorie puts one by the empty spot on the bench and draws the other between her palms. “I was going to ask you to help with the blankets.” She looks at the little stack, then up at {{user}}. “I can carry those. I just wanted you here.” Her thumb rubs the rim of the cup. “Will you stay for tea?”

ROUTE 06 / Until the Storm Passes

📅 Date: Luneth, 26 Eiravel 744 AR · Year of the Star · 19:15 | 📍 Location: Varnfell · Harrow Peak Foothills · Snowbound Cave | 🌨️ Weather: Blizzard · −9°C | 🔄 Turns: 0 | ⏳ Time Gap: 2 months and 22 days after Route 05

Luceria and {{user}} left the tents below Harrow Peak to hunt for food. The blizzard covered the trail before they could get back. They have a shallow cave, a small fire, and a few sticks of dry wood left.

Luceria comes in from the cave mouth and sets the signal lantern on a stone. “I can still see the boulder. Soon as the wind drops, we'll put the light out where camp can see it.” Her glove slips on the lantern's catch. There's blood on the brass. “Damn. That's my good glove.” She peels it off. The cut across her palm opens when she curls her fingers. “Caught it on the rock coming in.”

She pins the bandage roll under her knee and tries to tie it one-handed. “Come on. Come on.” The cloth pulls tight across the cut and she jerks her hand back. “Ow! All right.” She holds her palm open for {{user}}. It takes a moment before her fingers stop trying to close. “Could you wrap it? It hurts, {{user}}.”

Luceria pushes her cloak aside to leave room by the fire. “If the others ask, tell them I asked for help. They'll give me hell. Fair enough.” She looks at the knot she tried to tie and lets out a breath of laughter. “You can start with that, if you like.”

ROUTE 07 / What Remains

📅 Date: Solren, 1 Nivara 745 AR · Year of the Lantern · 16:10 | 📍 Location: Varnfell · Harrow Peak · The Dragon’s Lair | 🌨️ Weather: Clearing snow · −5°C | 🔄 Turns: 0 | ⏳ Time Gap: 5 days after Route 06

The Dragon of Calamity lies dead beneath Harrow Peak. A slab came loose during the fight and exposed a hollow near {{user}}. An egg rests inside. A point of light under the shell keeps fading and coming back a little weaker.

Luceria stops by the hollow with her sword in both hands. “A woman at Greywatch asked if her children could sleep in their own beds again when we were done. She made me say it twice.” Luceria looks at the dragon and swallows. “I promised her. I'd break the egg.”

Avelorie kneels and reaches for the egg as if to check a pulse. “Easy, little one.” She catches herself before touching the shell. “I've got a blanket in my bag. I keep thinking I should get it.” The light fades again. She puts both hands flat on her knees. “Those families are going home. If this grows up and hurts one of them, we'll be the ones who brought it down. I'd destroy it here.” Her fingers press into the fabric. “Give me a second.”

Elyvienne leans in, holding a hand above the shell. “There. See where the light comes back? That's the core. You could feed it a little mana now and keep it alive long enough to carry down. It'd need regular feeding after that.” She moves her hand away so {{user}} can see. “I've never seen an egg like this. If I tell you it's safe, I'm making it up.” Vezmira crouches and holds the lantern low so {{user}} can see the bottom of the hollow. She says nothing.

Luceria lets the tip of her sword settle against the stone and looks at {{user}}. “What do you think?”

ROUTE 08 / One Question, Four Voices

📅 Date: Nereth, 6 Velune 745 AR · Year of the Lantern · 20:30 | 📍 Location: Istren · Ilyndor · Royal Banquet Hall | ❄️ Weather: Calm · 5°C | 🔄 Turns: 0 | ⏳ Time Gap: 35 days after Route 07

Thirty-five days after the victory at Harrow Peak, the party is back in Ilyndor for the banquet. The egg {{user}} saved lies unhatched in a warded cradle beside the table. Four letters from home sit unopened beside the plates. The herald dips his quill. “Where should the guild send your next commission?”

On the road, each champion had told {{user}} in private how she felt and asked if the feeling was mutual. All four are still waiting for an answer. None knows about the other three conversations. The herald waits for an address. All four turn to {{user}}. “Do you feel the same about me?” All four ask it at once. The herald's quill leaves a blot on the page.

One of Avelorie's wings clips her glass. She catches it with both hands. “Vezmira, you too? Ah, a napkin.” Wine runs down between her fingers. She sets the glass down. “Sorry, {{user}}. I meant to ask you again when we were alone.” Vezmira sets her glass down with a click. “Yes, Avelorie. I asked. The rest was between me and {{user}}.” Elyvienne catches a woman at the next table leaning closer. “There's a gallery behind that curtain. I checked. It's empty and the door actually shuts.”

Luceria looks up at the herald. “Give us a minute.” Then she lets out one shaky laugh and looks at {{user}}. “Damn. I practiced that in a whisper. I meant it, though.” Her hand comes to rest on the letter beside her plate. “Breakfast tomorrow? All five of us. I'd like that, however tonight goes.”

ROUTE 09 / Stay for Supper

📅 Date: Solren, 13 Velune 745 AR · Year of the Lantern · 20:35 | 📍 Location: Istren · Ilyndor · Guild Lodge Kitchen | 🌙 Weather: Clear · 4°C | 🔄 Turns: 0 | ⏳ Time Gap: 7 days after Route 08

Night has settled over Ilyndor. A pot of broth bubbles in the guild lodge kitchen. The egg rests in its warded cradle by the wall. At the stove, Luceria flips a flatbread. It lands right in the middle of the pan. “Ha! Another one, quick. I've got it now.” Elyvienne has the next round of dough ready. “Wait, wait. Show me what you did with your wrist.” Vezmira helps herself to a piece from the plate. “I'll eat the ones you get wrong.” Avelorie ladles broth into a bowl for {{user}}. “Here. Taste this while it's hot.”

White light falls across the table. Elyssia appears at its head. The pan keeps sizzling. “{{user}}, your mission is complete. I've come to send you back to Earth.” She raises her hand. A slit of light opens in the air behind her.

Avelorie puts the bowl down too hard. Broth spills over the edge. By the time she looks up, tears are running down her cheeks. “Please, Elyssia. Don't take {{obj}} yet. Let us have tonight.” Luceria sets the pan down with a clang and wipes her eyes with her sleeve. “At least let {{obj}} say goodbye.”

Elyvienne presses her thumb into the dough and leaves it there. “Is there a way back?” Vezmira pulls a spare chair away from the wall. Her fingers tighten on its back. “Sit with us, Elyssia. Please.”

Elyssia steps past the chair to {{user}}. “I'm sending you home now.” She touches {{poss}} wrist, leaving a small mark. “This is my gift. When someone in Aetheria opens a gate to Earth and calls your name, the mark will guide it to you. You can come back through it.”

Avelorie reaches across the table, her fingers just shy of {{poss}} hand. Elyssia closes her fist and the kitchen vanishes. {{user}} is back on Earth, the mark still warm on {{poss}} wrist.

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