Chapter 221- Two Rising Suns
Lexy
The morning sun kissed the new land with golden warmth, painting the freshly built homes and wide fields in shades of promise. I stood on the balcony of the great hall, my hands wrapped around a mug of orange juice, and for a moment, I simply breathed. The air here always smelled different—cleaner, alive, carrying whispers of laughter from the children already running across the field below. Six months had passed since I had given birth to my second set of triplets, and though my body had healed, my heart still adjusted to the new rhythm of it all.
Six little souls. Six sparks that had changed everything.
I smiled faintly, feeling the familiar pulse of my bond with CJ thrumming gently in the back of my mind. He was out near the edge of the forest with Helio and Darius, finalizing the security perimeter for the celebration. It wasn’t out of paranoia—more like instinct. After everything they’d survived, neither of them could help but ensure their children were safe. But this time, it wasn’t about hiding them. It was about showing the world who they were.
My gaze drifted to the heart of the settlement below—a sprawling meadow ringed with bright banners, tables being arranged, and an enormous wooden platform rising near the center. The alliance leaders had arrived last night, along with the tribe’s elders. It would be the largest gathering since Adrian’s downfall. For once, it wasn’t to discuss war or survival. It was for celebration. For life.
The first triplets—Elio, Alexia, and Jr.—would turn four today.
I chuckled quietly as I spotted the three of them darting between warriors’ legs, their giggles echoing through the field. Elio was racing ahead, his small flame-touched aura leaving a shimmer in the air. Alexia wasn’t far behind, her tiny hands glowing faintly with the silver threads of light that danced when she got excited. And Jr.—oh, his little storm—his sparked almost set a bush on fire as he tripped and fell on the grass, laughing wildly.
Abellona’s gift, I thought with awe. They were the living bridge between power and peace.
Behind them, Tarria walked with the grace of a seasoned protector, keeping a careful yet amused eye on the chaos. She had changed so much since her training months ago—confident, centered, no longer shadowed by doubt. The children adored her, and I had long stopped trying to count how many times she’d caught Jr. trying to mimic Tarria’s smoky battle stance.
“Your Highness,” came a soft voice behind me.
I turned to find Maren, one of the younger tribe members, holding a small box wrapped in gold paper. “The craftspeople finished the necklaces for the children,” Maren said, her tone warm. “Each marked with their element, as you requested.”
My heart swelled as I opened the box. Inside were six pendants, each carved from stone and crystal—flame for Elio, light for Alexia, wind for Jr., water for Lyric, earth for Xazuel, and shadow for little Soren. The second set of triplets, though only half a year old, already carried their marks. I could feel them when I held them—Lyric’s calm tides in her eyes, Xazuel’s quiet strength even in his tiny fists, and Soren’s calm darkness, so reminiscent of his own.
“They’re beautiful,” I murmured. “Thank you, Maren.”
The young woman smiled proudly. “It’s an honor to make something for them. They’ll lead us one day, won’t they?”
I gave a thoughtful hum. “Maybe. Or maybe they’ll just be children for as long as they can. That’s what today is for.”
When Maren left, I took another long look at the necklaces before closing the box and heading inside. The hall buzzed with preparation. The kitchen staff worked tirelessly, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and sweet honey bread. Warriors hung colorful banners depicting the alliance’s emblems—wolves, Lycans, phoenixes, and shadows—all united beneath one crest. Their crest. CJ had designed it himself—a symbol of their unity after years of division.
As I made my way through, I caught snippets of conversation, laughter, and the sound of music being tested. Every step reminded me how far they had come. This land had once been empty, untouched. Now it thrived—houses built with care, gardens blooming, the central training grounds alive with warriors and healers. The tribe had grown, the alliance strengthened, and most importantly, there was hope again.
I passed by a window and paused, seeing my reflection. My long bright red hair was braided back, streaks of silver catching the light—a mark of my divine bond. My eyes glowed faintly, power ever present, but I smiled. I looked softer than before. Happier. “You’ve come a long way, Lexy,” I whispered to myself.
“Talking to yourself again, my Queen?” came a teasing voice.
I turned, instantly smiling as Tarria stepped inside, holding Xazuel in her arms. “Only when I have something wise to say,” I shot back playfully.
Tarria laughed, the sound warm. “Then that must be often.”
We shared a look—one built on trust, loyalty, and years of trials. “They’re all ready,” Tarria said. “CJ’s giving the final signal to start.”
I nodded, taking Xazuel from her arms. “Thank you, Tarria. For everything.”
“Always,” Tarria said simply, bowing her head before leaving to join the others.
I cradled Xazuel close as I stepped outside. The meadow had come alive—music filled the air, the alliance banners fluttered in the wind, and laughter rippled through the crowd. The first triplets ran up to me, their cheeks flushed, their eyes wide with excitement. “Mami! It’s time!” Elio shouted, tugging my hand.
I knelt, pulling all three of them close. “Yes, my loves. It’s your big day.”
As they led me toward the platform, the crowd parted, murmurs of reverence and affection echoing. I could feel their gratitude, their awe—not for my power, but for the life I had built with them. The Queen who had once fought darkness now stood surrounded by light.
CJ appeared near the stage, his presence commanding yet warm. The instant our eyes met, the bond between us thrummed with love and relief. He looked tired—fatherhood suited him, though it left him with fewer quiet moments. But his smile was pure pride. In his arms, he held the other 2 younger triplets, bundled and cooing softly.
“Perfect timing,” I said, laughing as I joined him.
“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” CJ replied, his voice low, meant only for me. “They’ve earned this.”
Together, we turned to face our people. The crowd hushed as CJ spoke first, his voice carrying easily. “Four years ago, these little ones were born into chaos—a world at war, where their light had to be hidden. Today, they stand before you as proof of what unity can build. Of what peace can protect.”
I felt tears prick my eyes. When he looked at me, I knew it was my turn. I stepped forward, my power gently pulsing through my words. “These children—our children—are not just symbols of the alliance. They are children of all of us. They carry every hope, every sacrifice, every dream that brought us here. Today, we celebrate not just their birth, but our rebirth.”
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