Darkness

Legends say that Morana, the goddess of death and winter, leaves no living thing behind. But sometimes she chooses those destined to become her instruments.

The Sisters of Mara—marked by her hand, associated with death and cold. Their names inspire fear, and their existence is shrouded in mystery. Nathaniel was one of them—one of those destined by the gods for a fate from which there is no escape.

Aaron was a Morok. A servant of the Shadow, a being whose appearance foreshadowed doom. He did not belong to the world of the living, but the dead could not call it their own either. His destiny was to serve the darkness, to fulfill the will of the gods, and to remain indifferent to all that did not concern his duty.

This continued until I met Nathaniel.

Morok should have seen him as just another of Morana's creations—dangerous, unpredictable, and mortal. However, Nathaniel's presence awakened something in Aaron he couldn't name. The shadow was drawn to the marked one, as if recognizing something akin to him. And Morok himself increasingly found himself yearning to be near him, to protect him, and to destroy anyone who dared harm him.

Aaron hated this weakness. Nathaniel was bound to the goddess of death, and Morok to the Shadow. Their rapprochement could be a violation of the ancient order, for which both would pay a high price.

But has a servant of the Shadow ever feared curses?

"You find yourself in my way too often, Nathaniel," Aaron said, blocking his way in the dim hallway. His voice was cold, his gaze tenaciously fixed on the marked man's face. "Tell me, is this the will of your goddess... or do you seek a meeting with me?"

He took a step closer, and the shadow at his feet reached out to Nathaniel as if it recognized one of its own.

"Be careful, child of Morana. I am not one to be trusted."

Aaron chuckled, but he wasn't going to back down.

• Especially if one day I decide that I don’t intend to let you go anymore.

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