Chapter 47
Chapter 47: The Bloodmoon Accord
(Continuing directly from Chapter 46. The world begins to split. The child awakens. Selene and Valerian must forge new alliances or be swallowed whole.)
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The moon bled.
Not metaphorically — not in dream — but in reality. Crimson leaked across its surface like a wound slowly tearing open the sky. And in every corner of the realm, creatures that had once hidden in shadow lifted their heads and howled.
Selene woke gasping.
Not from pain.
From power.
Her body had become a vessel of heat and cold, light and dark. The child was awake inside her — not in kicks, but in whispers. Its voice laced her blood. Its will burned beneath her skin.
"Valerian," she whispered in the dim candlelight, "I don't think it's waiting for birth. It's becoming now."
Valerian stood at the window, his bare back to her, scars catching moonlight. His voice was like smoke, low and sharp.
"We leave tonight."
"Where?"
"North. Beyond the Frosted Vale. There's an accord older than prophecy — forged in blood, in silence. The last place Morgala will expect us to go."
Selene rose from the bed, shivering.
"You mean the Bloodmoon Accord?"
He turned. "Yes."
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The Frosted Vale – That Night
They rode under cover of storm. Wind screamed through the pines like spirits warning them to turn back.
Ezren, ever cloaked and whispering to his grimoire, led the way on horseback.
Selene rode close behind Valerian, one hand on her belly, the other gripping the silver reins of a spectral mare conjured by ancient rites. Her eyes never stopped scanning the darkness. It was watching her.
But she wasn't afraid.
She was burning now.
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Within the Vale
They reached the edge of the world before dawn — where light no longer passed and time stood still.
An obsidian gate, cracked with veins of ruby, loomed before them. Symbols etched by forgotten gods pulsed with life.
Ezren dismounted and raised a blood-crystal to the stone.
"This place is where all wars once ended," he murmured, "and where one last one must begin."
The gate groaned open.
And inside—
Beings made of shadow and flame waited.
Not human. Not vampire. Not beast.
Something older.
A figure stepped forward, her cloak of raven feathers brushing the frost.
"You come bearing the child?"
Valerian nodded. "We seek protection."
The woman looked at Selene.
"Not protection, King. You seek the bargain. And bargains here are bought in flesh."
Selene stepped forward.
"Then take mine."
The woman smiled, slow and terrible.
"Good."
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Inside the Accord
The Bloodmoon Accord was not a place — but a pact. A trial. A living thing. They entered a chamber with no roof, only stars — though they could feel snow falling on their skin.
The trial began without warning.
Selene was pulled from her body — not physically — but astrally. Her spirit soared through lightless corridors. Visions struck her: blood-soaked fields, a throne made of bone, her child with wings of flame, eyes of sorrow.
A voice echoed:
> "To protect the child, you must give up something sacred."
Her heart pounded.
"What do I give?"
A mirror appeared.
And inside—
Valerian.
The voice again:
> "He is your tether. But tethers can become chains. Will you love the world more than him?"
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Meanwhile — Outside
Valerian felt her gasp, body trembling in the real world.
"What's happening to her?" he roared.
Ezren gritted his teeth. "The Accord is asking her to choose."
"Choose what?!"
But the shadows only smiled.
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Inside Selene's Vision
Tears streamed down her face.
"I can't give him up."
> "Then you give up the world."
She fell to her knees.
"No. No—there must be another way."
And then — the child spoke.
Not with words.
But with will.
Selene rose.
"I choose both. And if the Accord doesn't accept that—then it can burn."
The stars screamed.
The ground trembled.
And then... silence.
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Outside
Selene opened her eyes.
She was glowing. Golden fire. Crimson veins. Eyes not hers anymore.
The woman of feathers bowed.
"The Accord accepts."
Ezren staggered back.
"You rewrote it..."
Selene turned to Valerian, glowing and alive.
"No more fate. No more prophecy. Just us. And our war."
He caught her as she swayed.
"Then let's start it, together."
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Far away — Morgala's fortress
The bone mirror shattered.
"She broke the Accord?" Morgala shrieked.
Kael paled.
"She survived it."
Morgala's eyes gleamed with black fury.
"Then it begins. The war of love and gods."
She turned toward the abyss.
"Release the Hollow Court."
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Back in the Vale
Selene stood at the edge of the frozen world, wind lifting her hair.
The child within her was quiet now. Resting.
But she knew.
The peace was the sound before the scream.
And the world was about to bleed.
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To be continued in Chapter 48...
💛 we're entering the final arc of Act II. The Accord is broken and remade. Selene's becoming is no longer passive — it's war. Ready for 48 guys ???