Chapter 10 - The Legend of the Wolfless Empress
Decades turned into centuries, and centuries turned into quiet legend.
The stories of the old world faded into history books, but the story of the Wolfless Girl who touched the Cursed Throne remained alive in every corner of the realm.
Mothers sang it to their children by the fireside in the cold winter months:
They brought her to the throne of ash, They expected her to burn, They thought her blood was weak and thin, With no wolf to turn.
But earth responded to her touch, The dark seat broke away, And from the ruins of the dark, She brought a golden day.
In the center of the capital, where the Valdron gates had once stood, a massive monument of white jade and petrified wood now rose above a quiet plaza.
It depicted a young woman holding out her open hand, from which a single white winter-bloom sprouted, casting a soft, perpetual golden light over all who walked beneath it.
Every year on the morning of the Spring Equinox, young people from across the continent—Lycans, humans, gifted, and plain—gathered at the monument. They laid no weapons, no gold, and no silver at its base.
They simply laid down white flowers.
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And on the base of the monument, carved in deep, timeless golden runes that would never fade, were the words that Evangeline Vance had spoken to the world:
"True strength is not measured by the beast within, but by the life you grow from the snow."
