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Chapter 3: The Thing in the Walls

Author: Timothy
last update publish date: 2026-05-22 19:16:05

The palace went dark.

Not completely.

The candles still burned. The fire still crackled inside the hearth.

But something changed.

The light looked thinner somehow, stretched too far across the room. Shadows pooled thick in the corners like spilled ink.

The commander reached for his sword immediately.

Cassian did not move.

That frightened Lyra more.

The whisper still crawled through her skull.

Found you.

Not heard.

Felt.

Like cold fingers sliding beneath her skin.

“What was that?” she demanded.

Nobody answered.

The commander looked pale beneath the blood smeared across his jaw. “Your Highness… it’s inside the palace.”

Cassian finally moved toward the windows.

Below them, the capital burned.

Black smoke climbed between towers. Bells screamed across the city. Tiny crowds flooded the streets far beneath the palace walls, running through torchlight and rain.

And somewhere underneath all of it came that sound again.

A howl.

Long enough to make Lyra’s bones ache.

The commander swallowed hard. “The creatures ignored civilians at first. They went straight for the temple archives.” He hesitated. “Then they started tearing through houses.”

“Searching,” Cassian muttered.

Lyra looked sharply toward him. “For me.”

He didn’t deny it.

Anger flared hot in her chest.

“You knew this would happen.”

“I suspected.”

“That’s not better.”

Cassian turned toward her slowly.

“You think I wanted this tonight?”

His control had cracks in it now. Thin ones. Dangerous ones.

“The shadow gates have been sealed for twenty years,” he continued. “Nothing should’ve opened them.”

“But something did.”

Silence.

Then his eyes settled on the silver marks still glowing faintly beneath her skin.

Oh.

Lyra took a step backward.

“No.”

Cassian said nothing.

“No,” she repeated, louder this time. “You don’t get to look at me like that after your kingdom butchered my family.”

The commander shifted uncomfortably near the door.

Smart man.

Cassian walked toward her again.

Slow this time.

Measured.

“The prophecy awakened dormant magic across the city,” he said. “Whatever lives beneath Varethis felt you wake up.”

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“I know.”

That should not have sounded gentle coming from him.

It irritated her more.

Lyra’s chains rattled as she backed into the table edge. “Then let me leave.”

The commander actually laughed.

Short. Nervous. Disbelieving.

Cassian’s gaze never left hers.

“If you walk outside those palace walls tonight,” he said quietly, “they’ll tear you apart before sunrise.”

Lyra folded her arms tightly. “You keep saying they.”

The room fell silent again.

Outside, thunder rolled over the city.

Then came screaming.

Real screaming this time.

Close.

The commander rushed toward the window. “Gods…”

Lyra moved beside him before Cassian could stop her.

People flooded the palace courtyard below.

Servants.

Guards.

Nobles still dressed in silk from the execution ceremony.

Running.

Some didn’t make it far.

The creatures moved through the rain too quickly to see clearly. Long limbs. Black bodies twisting unnaturally through shadows. One climbed the palace wall upside down with jerking, spider-like movements before dragging a screaming guard into darkness.

Blood splashed across white stone.

Lyra’s stomach turned.

“What are those things?”

Cassian answered flatly.

“Failed.”

She looked at him.

He stared down into the courtyard with an expression carved from stone.

“They were human once.”

The room suddenly felt too small.

A crash echoed somewhere deeper inside the palace.

Closer now.

The commander cursed under his breath. “The eastern corridors are breached.”

Cassian drew his sword in one smooth motion.

Black steel flashed crimson near the edge.

The shadows in the room recoiled from it instantly.

Interesting.

“Take her to the lower vaults,” the commander said quickly. “We can seal the gates until dawn.”

“No,” Cassian said.

The commander blinked. “Your Highness—”

“They opened the gates for her.” His voice sharpened. “The vaults would become a grave.”

Lyra stared at him. “You’re talking about me like I’m bait.”

“You are bait.”

That landed like a slap.

For one ugly second, prison memories surged back hard enough to choke her.

Chains.

Cells.

People deciding what she was worth while pretending she wasn’t standing there.

Her voice turned cold.

“Then maybe you should hand me over.”

Cassian stepped closer immediately.

“No.”

The word came too fast.

Too harsh.

The commander noticed it too.

So did Lyra.

Interesting.

Cassian seemed to realize his mistake a second later. His jaw tightened.

“You’re valuable alive,” he corrected.

Lie.

Not entirely. But partly.

Lyra could feel it.

Before she could push further, the chamber doors exploded inward.

Wood shattered across the floor.

The commander spun instantly—

Too slow.

Something black lunged through the doorway.

Long arms.

Too many joints.

A face stretched tight over a skull with no eyes.

The thing slammed into the commander hard enough to throw both of them across the room.

Screaming erupted.

The creature opened its mouth impossibly wide and sank jagged teeth into the man’s throat.

Blood sprayed across the floor.

Lyra froze.

Not from fear.

From recognition.

The creature looked wrong in the same way her shadows felt wrong.

Like they belonged to the same nightmare.

Cassian moved first.

His sword carved through the creature’s spine in a burst of black blood.

The thing shrieked.

Not human.

Never human again.

It collapsed twitching onto the marble floor.

The commander gurgled weakly beneath it.

Dead.

Silence filled the room except for the fire crackling behind them.

Lyra stared at the corpse.

Its skin was moving.

No.

Something underneath the skin was moving.

Tiny black veins crawled beneath pale flesh like worms.

Cassian grabbed her arm sharply.

“Don’t touch it.”

Too late.

One of the black veins burst from the creature’s wrist and shot toward Lyra.

Instinct answered.

Shadow exploded from her body violently.

The windows shattered.

Candles burst out.

Darkness swallowed the room.

Cassian cursed as black smoke twisted around her like a storm.

Pain ripped through Lyra’s skull.

Voices screamed inside her head.

Wake her.

Wake the Queen.

Images flashed again.

A throne buried underground.

Bones stacked higher than palace towers.

And a woman sleeping beneath them all.

Beautiful.

Terrifying.

Wearing a crown made from living bone.

Lyra gasped as the vision broke apart.

The room slammed back into focus.

Every shadow in the chamber pointed toward her.

Not naturally.

Like worship.

Cassian stood directly in front of her now, sword raised protectively.

Protectively.

The realization hit hard enough to stun her.

Then she noticed the blood running from his nose.

The magic had hurt him too.

His breathing sounded rough.

“What did you see?” he demanded quietly.

Before Lyra could answer—

A new voice spoke from the ruined doorway.

“Interesting.”

Everyone turned.

A man leaned against the broken frame wearing black armor dusted with rain.

Tall.

Silver hair hanging loose around his face.

A scar cut across one eyebrow.

And behind him stood dozens of royal soldiers pointing weapons directly at Cassian.

Not Lyra.

Cassian’s expression went deadly still.

The newcomer smiled faintly.

“Brother,” he said softly. “Mother wants the girl dead.” His eyes slid toward Lyra. “And for once… I agree with her.”

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