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    “None of us were prepared for the spectacle that awaited us when we first stepped into the tower [...] and there, at its center, we found him.”

    G’raha Tia wakes to a world devastated by the Eighth Umbral Calamity. The engineers of the Ironworks have a plan to right the wrongs committed centuries earlier - but can G’raha work past his own fear, doubt, and sorrow? Can he claim what is his by bloodright and see this plan through to completion?

    Can he save his Warrior of Light?

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    MIRANDA: "What is't? A spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, it carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit."
    PROSPERO: "No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses as we have, such. This gallant which thou seest was in the wrack; and, but he's something stain'd with grief—that's beauty's canker—thou mightst call him a goodly person: he hath lost his fellows and strays about to find 'em."
    MIRANDA: "I might call him a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble."

    - The Tempest, Act I Scene 2

    The Warrior of Light takes some time to himself while settling in on the First.

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    The rune chews them up and spits them out.

    Jayce takes Viktor and runs.

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    It was on the Steps of Faith that an Elezen healer had pulled Silver to the side. She’d been dizzy, eyes still scanning the skies for Dragons, hands frozen cold, adrenaline pumping. She barely knew how she was standing, with Vishap dead across the bridge.

    He had not asked, just gently pushed her to the side. She did not stop him, “I’m fine.”

    “You-” he sounded breathless too at least, “Are with child. A healer’s job on the battlefield is hard enough keeping one alive, let alone two.”

    “What?”

    “Did you not know?” This thought seemed not to have occurred to him before, and he blushed a stark red against the snow.

    --A journey that starts at the tower--

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    The hands—the suggestion of hands and fingers in a play of light and shadow—clenched for a moment before going slack again. In the long silence that followed, Jayce tried to get his bearings. They were in a cave, but the entrance was close enough for the moon and stars to cast their pale light inside. He stood slowly, using the wall Viktor sat against to balance without his leg brace. One shuffling step towards the entrance; another. The air was clear and cold, sapping all warmth from his body.

    "We are a tad underdressed for the weather," Viktor said dryly, seeing him shiver.

    Jayce laughed. "We're underdressed for everything except one of Count Azika's famous parties."

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    A post-canon fic of Jayce and Viktor getting to talk... and not talk.

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