Reincarnated as the Last Dragon Egg-Chapter 25: Wind swept oath

The wind had changed.

Where once it blew wild and angry, it now circled around me like a loyal beast—charged with lightning, yet calm beneath my command.

The Stormbearer’s mark had not just awakened a power.

It had bound a promise.

> You are more than flame now.

You are storm-wrought.

And the Unwritten will fear you.

But there was no time for triumph.

Because the stars were moving again.

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The Sandglass Cracks

Solin knelt before the new cylinder at Emberwatch’s center.

Lines of script were appearing without hands to write them. Not in flame or shadow—but temporal echoes.

The cylinder read:

> Next Cycle: Time

Location: Fractured.

Bearer: Unknown.

Status: Foreseen.

Warning: "Do not seek what already knows your failure."

Kaela frowned. "Well that’s not ominous."

Neriya stepped from the edge of shadow. "Time is cruel. It does not protect. It remembers."

I stepped closer.

"This Bearer knows us already."

Solin nodded grimly. "Then let’s hope... they haven’t already decided we lose."

---

The March to Sereval

We followed the ley-cracks across the Wane Flats—where time had begun to fracture.

Night fell and rose in minutes.

Plants bloomed and withered in the same breath.

People wandered, confused—some aged a year in a blink; others stuck in loops of seconds, trapped between before and never.

And at the center stood Sereval, once a city of stone scholars. Now frozen in golden stasis, its towers twisted with spiral clockwork, every tick echoing backwards.

At the gate stood a robed figure.

Eyes blindfolded.

Voice serene.

> "Cyclebreaker. You’ve come as the clock said you would.

But you are late."

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The Timebearer

She called herself Mirelya—the Seer of Thorns.

Her voice was calm, but her gaze—though covered—pierced deeper than flame or lightning.

> "I am the Bearer of Time. And you are the anomaly."

Kaela bristled. "Anomaly?"

Mirelya nodded. "You were not meant to survive your first death.

Your existence has rippled the glass.

Because of you, possibility exists.

And because of that—doom accelerates."

Neriya tilted her head. "You’ve seen the Unwritten?"

Mirelya turned toward the city.

> "I’ve seen the world it leaves behind.

And it is empty."

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A Test of Time

To gain her allegiance, she would not offer a trial like Storm had.

Instead, she offered truth.

> "Walk through your own line.

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If you can withstand what is already written, I will offer you Time’s Oath.

If not, you will burn backwards."

Solin paled. "Backwards?"

Mirelya raised a hand.

A thread of golden light appeared from my chest—my timeline—stretching out into infinity.

I reached for it.

And the world shattered.

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Through His Own Time

I saw everything.

My first death—cold, alone, betrayed.

My second life—rising, burning, fighting.

My third—yet to come.

And then...

I saw Kaela, bleeding.

I saw Neriya, fading into shadow.

I saw myself, screaming as the stars vanished above me—burning not from flame, but from loss.

I stumbled.

Time tried to push me backward.

Tried to trap me in a better yesterday.

But I forced myself forward.

One step.

Then another.

Until I reached the final vision.

Not of battle.

Not of victory.

But of choice.

> A door. One marked: "End Everything."

Another marked: "Forget Everyone."

And a third, blank.

I touched the blank one.

And woke up gasping.

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The Timebearer’s Oath

Mirelya stood over me.

Expression unreadable.

Then... a smile.

> "You saw the third choice. The one not written.

You are truly a breaker of cycles."

She pressed her fingers to my forehead.

And Time entered me.

Suddenly, I could feel every second around me like threads in wind.

I saw tomorrow blink once.

I saw yesterday sigh.

And I knew—

Time was now mine to borrow.

Time ticked oddly after Mirelya’s touch.

It didn’t move forward or backward.

It listened.

As though waiting to see if I’d choose to forget.

But I held firm—Storm in my veins, Time in my bones.

Yet as we left the stilled city of Sereval, I noticed something strange:

Solin’s hands trembled.

Kaela’s steps were hesitant.

Neriya didn’t speak at all.

Like they were forgetting... who they were.

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A Path Without Sound

On the fourth morning after leaving Sereval, we reached the edge of a fog-veiled ravine.

It wasn’t marked on any map.

It hadn’t existed the day before.

But it was there now, pulsing with strange static and faint whispers.

The cylinder pulsed with new words:

> Next Cycle: Mind

Location: The Echoless Path

Warning: "Beware false memory. The Unwritten wears your voice."

Kaela frowned. "I’m not hearing anything."

"That’s the danger," said Neriya, suddenly pale. "Your mind fills in the silence."

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Entering the Mind Cycle

We crossed the threshold.

Sound vanished.

Not just voices—everything.

No footfalls. No breathing. No wind.

The world was like a paused thought—still, weightless, and terrifying.

We moved in single file, tethered by a glowing thread of storm-light tied around our waists.

Even thoughts were hard to form.

And then—

We were separated.

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The First Illusion: Kaela

Kaela found herself alone in a battlefield of ash—her father standing beside her.

"Come home, Kaela," he said. "The fight’s done. You’ve earned rest."

She hesitated.

Until his shadow blinked with Unwritten static.

She drew her blade and cleaved through him—shattering the illusion.

Her voice came back in a scream: "Darian! Solin! It’s here!"

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The Second Illusion: Solin

Solin stood in a perfect version of Emberwatch.

Clean towers. Laughing students.

His mother—long dead—offering him a scroll.

"You finally found peace," she whispered.

He wept.

Until he noticed the scroll bore the mark:

> Cycle 944: Outcome Deleted.

He backed away, screamed, and the vision cracked.

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My Trial

I stood in the fire.

Not mine.

My first one—the one that killed me.

Only this time, I wasn’t alone.

A boy stood across the flame.

My brother.

He’d died because I lived.

"You weren’t meant to be saved," he said softly.

My knees buckled.

The guilt clawed up my throat.

He opened his arms.

"You know I’m right."

But then—

Time stirred in my chest.

Storm surged behind my eyes.

And I whispered: "You’re not him. He forgave me. You’re just the part of me that never did."

I stepped through him.

He vanished into mist.

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The Mindbearer

We all stumbled into the same clearing.

The fog lifted.

And at the center stood a mirrored pillar of black glass.

From it emerged a shape: neither man nor beast, faceless but tall, woven of memories and light.

It didn’t speak.

It simply thought—and we heard it all.

> "You passed what cannot be passed.

Not because you were strong.

But because you knew what was real.

Therefore...

The Cycle of Mind accepts you, Cyclebreaker."

It shattered.

And a third mark branded into my core.

Mind joined Flame. Storm. Time.

And somewhere in the distance...

The sky screamed.

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The Unwritten’s Retaliation

As we left the Echoless Path, the world flickered.

Once. Twice.

Then the stars went out—just for a blink.

And in that blink... I heard my own voice whisper:

> "Give up, Darian. You’ve already lost."

I froze.

Because it wasn’t an illusion.

It was real.

The Unwritten had heard my thoughts.

And now it was beginning to speak through me.

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I didn’t sleep that night.

Not because I couldn’t.

Because I dared not.

Every time my eyes closed, I heard my voice whispering things I’d never say.

I saw flashes of lives I hadn’t lived—yet remembered.

> A wife.

A betrayal.

A sword buried in my chest... by me.

The Mind Cycle had accepted me, but not without price.

The Unwritten had found a crack.

And now, it was whispering through it.

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Solin’s Realization

At sunrise, Solin ran into camp, eyes wide, scrolls in hand.

"The Stonespire Mountains," he said, breathless. "They’re rumbling."

Kaela looked up from sharpening her blade. "Earthquake?"

"No. Waking up." He pointed to a line on the cylinder that hadn’t been there before:

> Cycle of Stone

Location: The Foundation That Remembers

Status: Dormant, Stirring

Warning: "Step carefully. Memory is loud here."

Neriya murmured, "Stone doesn’t forget."

I rose.

"Then let’s go remind it who I am."

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The March into the Foundation

The Stonespire Mountains were ancient—older than any nation, perhaps older than the world.

We followed tremors through dead valleys and petrified forests, until we came upon a canyon torn into the earth like a scar.

A massive door stood buried in its side—twenty feet high, shaped like a clenched fist.

It opened at our approach.

Stone grinding stone.

No magic.

No force.

Just recognition.

The foundation knew me.

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Inside the Earth’s Memory

The tunnels were lit by crystals that pulsed like heartbeats.

Faces carved into the walls watched us.

Not statues.

Imprints.

Every person who had ever fallen here—remembered.

We passed echoes of war, of love, of ancient kings whispering riddles in dead tongues.

And then...

We entered a cavern where the ground was covered in bones.

Kaela whispered, "These aren’t just old."

Solin finished, "They’re us."

I stepped closer.

Saw my own corpse.

Again. And again. Hundreds of them.

Each one wearing a different version of my cloak.

Each one holding a different relic.

All... dead.

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The Stonebearer

At the center of the cavern stood a throne of cracked obsidian.

Upon it sat a golem of earth and ember, with a skull of polished quartz.

Its voice rumbled through the walls.

> "Cyclebreaker. You return again."

Kaela drew her sword. "Again?"

The Stonebearer turned its head.

> "You’ve come here in every Cycle. Sometimes in flame. Sometimes in storm. Sometimes in nothing at all.

And each time... you fail."

Neriya’s voice was cold. "Then why do you remember?"

> "Because I am stone.

I forget nothing.

Especially not failure."

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The Trial of Memory

It didn’t ask me to fight.

It showed me.

Each of my past incarnations.

Each version of Darian who had come before.

One burned a world to stop the Unwritten—and died.

Another hid. Let his friends fall. And was erased anyway.

Another made a deal with the Unwritten.

And became its herald.

The Stonebearer thundered:

> "What makes you different?

What makes you think you’ll break the Cycle instead of joining it?"

I stood there—exposed.

Fury tried to rise. So did despair.

But then I spoke:

> "Because none of them had you.

None of them had Storm. Time. Mind.

I carry more than fire now.

And I will not die as one name.

I will die... as change itself."

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Stone Joins Flame

The throne shook.

Cracks split the floor.

The Stonebearer stood.

And knelt.

> "Then rise, Darian.

Let the world remember you.

Let the earth carry your oath."

It placed its hand on my chest.

A fourth core ignited within me—deep, steady, unmoving.

Flame.

Storm.

Time.

Mind.

Now—Stone.

And in the distance, a scream of static echoed across the sky.

The Unwritten had felt it.

It feared it.

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A Warning from the Earth

Before the Stonebearer faded, it left a final echo:

> "The Cycle of Void stirs.

And its bearer is no longer sleeping.

He remembers you, Darian.

And he hates you."

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