No Light (Without the Dark) - Chapter 3 - Shadow Dragon Week 2026
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Rating: Mature
Words: 415
Warnings: Mentions of Tevinter Slaver, Mention of Blood Magic sacrifice
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It’s First Day. Not something I tend to mark beyond nabbing as many roasted chicken legs as possible, but an unusual moment of reflection has washed over me—likely because I wasn’t sure I’d make it this far, this time last year.
Now as I’m staring down another, it fills me with… hope?
Strange thing to say about what I’m plotting with the aid of these new allies. But all of my efforts over the last year and a half no longer feel like they’re in vain, like they did for so long. Haven’t felt as alone as I have, despite no lack of unsavory companions over that same stretch of time.
Haven’t even had a night I can’t remember for the last three weeks, which is saying something after spending most of those nights with Marisa’s friend, Tarquin.
Ah, Tarquin. The young buck hates his day job almost as much as he hates what I’m trying to accomplish, but he was told to play nice and help cross-reference my intel with what he can find in the archives. We’ve unearthed some deeply troubling information.
The sheer number of slaves Cassian has sacrificed in the name of power since he inherited his father’s estate two years ago is even worse than what they’d originally thought. That my mother was one of so many boils my blood. I cannot think about it too closely lest I fall back into habits I’m trying to abandon, but now… now my resolve burns more fiercely than ever.
Tarquin keeps giving me sidelong glances around stacks of parchment as if I might turn into a demon of vengeance and burn the place down around him. But I remember myself now more than ever too. My instructors at the Circle always said I was too hardheaded for possession. No, my vengeance is my own.
And I will have it in this new year. We are forming a plan. It will not be easy. But I will see it done.
That hope—that there is an end in sight, that this score will be settled and then some—already starts this year on a better foot than the last.
Here’s to 9:44 Dragon. May it be the last Magister Cassian Pollux draws breath.
Brought Tarquin some chicken from last night’s festivities. He welcomed it after spending all night in the archives. Didn’t tell him it was pilfered, though. Onto our research now.