"The past is not behind you—it walks ahead, waiting."
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Jayden Ochieng paused at the edge of the cracked red earth, where ancient trees stood charred and silent. Each step forward triggered a shimmer of memory. Whispers swirled in the wind, calling his true name.
"Ochieng… Ochieng…"
He closed his eyes briefly.
A childhood memory flickered—his mother whispering a name into his ear before disappearing forever. Not "Jayden." Not "Ochieng." Both. Jayden Ochieng.
It had never just been a name.
It was a prophecy.
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The twisted remains of an old ceremonial gate stood ahead, its arch carved with fire-glyphs from a forgotten tongue. The moment Jayden passed beneath it, the sky shifted to blood-orange, and heat rose from the ground like the breath of a dragon.
He wasn't alone.
A figure stood at the gate's center—elegant, powerful, wrapped in silk and silver chains, a jagged scar down one cheek.
Jayden's breath caught.
"Gloria…"
She looked different—older, colder, with a crown of black glass tilted slightly on her head.
"You shouldn't have come," she said.
"You knew I would."
She stepped closer. "I didn't think you'd still wear that name."
Jayden tilted his head. "Jayden? Or Ochieng?"
"Both. You can't wear fire and water in the same breath."
He took another step forward, unfazed. "Maybe I was never meant to choose. Maybe I am the balance."
Gloria laughed softly—but there was pain behind it. "Otieno will kill you."
Jayden's eyes flared. "Then let him try."
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Jayden followed Gloria through the valley's maze until they reached a massive canyon, where rebel fires flickered like stars below.
A war camp—forgotten by both Otieno and the rest of the world.
Inside, survivors trained. Maps stretched across walls. Weapons hummed with old magic. These were the last remnants of the Order of the First Flame.
Gloria turned. "You'll need their help."
"I'll need you." Jayden said it without hesitation.
She looked down. "I burned for you once. I won't burn again."
He leaned close. "Then stand with me… and we'll set the whole kingdom on fire."
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Far above them, hidden by illusion, a tall woman with sapphire eyes and a pale serpent coiled around her wrist watched them from a cliff.
Her name was Naela—Otieno's secret weapon.
She spoke to the serpent. "The heir of ash and the witch of thorns… together again. How sweet."
She turned away, her shadow stretching unnaturally across the cliff's edge.
"Time to end the prophecy."
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