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Private Sommer's End (Finale)

Alyssa took her hand.

And together, they descended into the cradle — hearts pounding, souls weighed, but still burning.

Above them, the entrance closed.

The cradle had accepted its new visitors.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
Location: High Orbit – Aboard the Prison Vessel Malachor's Silence*

The stars outside her viewport were dim.


Muted.


Like they knew what was coming.


Zori sat in a throne-like restraint chair, the bindings humming with suppression tech. Cold durasteel clamped around her wrists, ankles, neck — and more importantly, around her connection to the Force.


The cell was empty.


But her mind wasn't.


"You feel it, don't you?" she whispered aloud, to no one.

The officer stationed behind the energy field didn't answer. He never did. He'd been trained not to engage. Not to even look her in the eye.


Didn't matter.


Zori wasn't talking to him anyway.


Her eyes fluttered shut.


And somewhere deep in the bones of the galaxy… a bell tolled. Not a sound. Not a tone. But a truth. A tremor in the sacred veil.


The Cradle Vault had opened.


And something ancient had recognized Sommer Dai.


Zori exhaled sharply, her chest rising as if a weight had been both dropped on her and lifted.


Her smile was slow. Crooked.


Delighted.


"So… she accepted the invitation," she whispered, a murmur more intimate than any lover's breath. "Good girl."

A nearby monitor flickered — the lights pulsing once. Just once. Barely noticeable.


But Zori's pupils dilated. She leaned into the dark with reverence.


"He knows too."

The cell temperature dropped.


The restraints began to vibrate faintly — not from any external power, but from the energy leaking out of her like a scream pressed behind silk.


The guard behind the shield finally glanced up, confused.


Zori turned her head slowly toward him.


"I warned her," she said softly. "Told her she was marked. Told her she couldn't keep love and power. You don't get both. Azis doesn't share."

Her voice cracked slightly, but her smile only widened.


"She'll learn. Either on her knees… or on her pyre."

The lights flickered again.


Far above Bakura, chained and powerless, Zori still burned like a falling star.


And she knew:


This was only Act II.
 
The spiral descent led them into a vast chamber carved from obsidian and bone-white marble, streaked with veins of glowing sapphire ore. The air was still — too still — and unnaturally warm, as if the Vault itself exhaled its own heat.

Sommer, Alyssa, Kael, and Arq stood at the chamber's center. The door had sealed behind them with no visible mechanism.

"I don't like this," Kael muttered. "Feels like we're standing in the throat of a krayt dragon."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer took a step forward. That's when the walls began to shimmer.

The smooth surface rippled like water, and then reflected them back — but not as they were.

Sommer saw herself cloaked in black and crimson, eyes glowing faint gold, a silver crown on her brow. Her reflection smiled coldly — powerful, poised, unshaken.

"That's not me," she whispered.
"But it could be," the reflection said. Its voice echoed directly in her mind. "Queen of ash. Lady of control. No more uncertainty. No more weakness."
 
Alyssa tried to reach for Sommer, but suddenly she was pulled into her own trial — her reflection stepping forward, eyes blindfolded, arms wrapped around a dying figure in her lap.

Maren.

Her brother, pale and cold.

"You ran," the reflection said, not accusing… just stating. "You left the family. You survived while they burned."
"I couldn't—"
"You still can't. That's why you don't trust love. Why you think happiness is borrowed time."
Alyssa gritted her teeth, turning away — but the image lingered, whispering as it vanished.

"Run again, Alyssa. It's what you do best."
 
Meanwhile, Kael's reflection stood with a drink in one hand, a bloodstained shirt in the other.

Behind him were the faces of his dead crew, frozen in the moment before impact.

"They followed you," the echo said. "They died for your game. What makes you think Sommer won't be next?"
Kael stepped forward, fists clenched.

"I never asked to be followed."
"But you made sure you were admired."
 
Arq's trial was the quietest. His reflection wasn't snarky. Wasn't confident.

It was broken.

"You built this vault. You let them turn it into a weapon. What are you, Arq? Trickster? Architect? Or just another pawn who thinks he's the dealer?"
He turned his back to the image.

"I made a mistake."
The reflection stepped closer, whispering in his ear.

"Then pay for it."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
All four stood in the center now, surrounded by the ghosts of what they could become or what they already are.

The Cradle spoke — not with sound, but through the very air, pressing its truth into their hearts:

"TO ASCEND, YOU MUST CHOOSE.
TO FAIL, YOU MUST HESITATE.
THE FIRST TO ACCEPT THEMSELVES SHALL LEAD."
Sommer looked at Alyssa.
Alyssa, at Kael.
Kael, at Arq.

Silence passed between them.

Then—

Sommer stepped forward.

"I'm not perfect. I've done terrible things. I've craved power, fled from pain, broken hearts, ruined chances. But I'm still here. Still fighting. I will never be what they made me — or what they feared I'd become."
The vault pulsed.

Light flooded the room.

And all the reflections shattered.
 
The chamber pulsed — dim at first, then brighter, as the broken reflections faded into smoke. Where they had stood, a circular platform rose from the floor, inscribed with unfamiliar sigils that shimmered like molten gold.

Kael stepped back, eyes narrowing.

"This isn't just some memory test anymore. Something's building…"
 
Alyssa reached for Sommer's hand instinctively, but the moment their fingers touched, a burst of energy surged through them both, hurling them backward.

They landed on opposite ends of the room, now separated by a barrier of transparent energy that pulsed like a heartbeat.

"Sommer!" Alyssa yelled, slamming her hand on the field
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"I'm fine — I'm okay!"
Sommer staggered to her feet, breathing hard. Across the chamber, she could see Kael and Arq trapped too, confined behind shifting glass-like walls, each now enclosed in their own corners of the vault.

Then a voice — ancient, without gender, echoed throughout the chamber.

"WHO WILL YOU SAVE?"
"LOYALTY... OR LOVE."
 
Four pedestals rose in the center. Each held a floating sphere of light. One glowed a deep blue, the other a burning crimson. A third — golden. The fourth — empty.

"Only one sphere may be chosen," Arq whispered aloud. "Classic ethical dilemma, elevated through sorcery."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer looked up at the spheres, heart pounding.

Then, above them, illusions appeared — but they weren't illusions. They were simulations, pulled from emotion, memory, and soul.

In the blue, she saw Kael.
Bleeding. Captured. Tortured.
A voice whispering: He stood by you. He risked it all. He never gave up on you.
A test of loyalty.

In the red, she saw Alyssa.
Chained to a black altar. Eyes brimming with tears. Calling her name.
She held your heart. She believed in your light. She kissed you like you were real.
A test of love.

The golden sphere pulsed faintly — not yet revealed.

"No," Sommer whispered. "This isn't real. This is manipulation."
But the pain in her chest was very, very real.
 
"You don't have to choose!" Alyssa shouted through the field, eyes shining with something between fury and heartbreak. "Whatever that thing wants — don't feed it!"
 

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