Chained Hearts: From Slavery to Sovereignty-Chapter 134: The Coffin in the Pool

I felt pressure building behind my eyes, like something old was trying to rise to the surface. A memory? A feeling? I didn’t know. It was just out of reach. Like fire behind a curtain.

My hand moved again. Even though every part of my body told me not to, I placed my palm flat against the mark.

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A slow, low groan.

The door began to open, slowly and gently. Like it had been waiting for someone to return.

A rush of air poured from the chamber beyond. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t dry.

It was warm and shoothing. It brushed against my skin like breath.

And I heard it.

A sigh.

Not from wind.

From something breathing.

I stepped back. My pulse pounded in my ears. My legs wanted to run, but my heart... my heart told me to stay.

Behind me, I heard the others draw their weapons, ready for anything.

I turned to them, keeping my voice calm but clear.

"Whatever is in there," I said, "we don’t go in with our swords swinging."

Keren narrowed his eyes. "Cassian..."

"No," I said. "This isn’t just some monster in a cage. This is something ancient. Maybe dangerous, yes—but it’s not only that. If we treat it like a threat, it might become one."

They didn’t understand what I meant.

But they trusted me.

And that was enough.

So we stepped inside—into the deepest part of the temple.

And the moment we crossed the threshold, I felt it.

Not just eyes but awareness. Something was watching us.

The moment I stepped beyond the threshold of the final chamber, a deep, ancient groan echoed behind me.

And then, with a sound that shook the very air, the door slammed shut.

"Cassian!"

Keren’s voice rang out instantly from the other side, filled with panic and disbelief. His voice echoed against the sealed stone, raw and desperate.

I turned sharply, my heart thudding in my chest. I reached for the door with both hands, my fingers scraping across the cold stone surface. I pushed, pulled, even slammed my shoulder against it, but it did not move. It was as if the stone had become part of the mountain itself.

From behind the door, I could hear Keren’s fists pounding against it.

"Cassian! Are you alright? We’ll try to break it down! Just—hold on!"

I opened my mouth, trying to call out, to assure him, but no words came. Not even a breath. Something unseen and heavy clung to the air, swallowing even the sound from my lips.

A stillness settled over the room.

It was not just the silence of emptiness.

It was the silence of a held breath.

The air changed.

Slowly, subtly, it grew warmer. Thicker. It pressed against my skin like velvet, coiling around my limbs, seeping into my lungs. It wasn’t natural. It felt alive.

And then I heard it.

A voice.

Soft. Distant. Gentle.

It didn’t speak in any language I knew, but woven into the melodic sound was a single word that reached into my very bones.

Cassian.

My name.

It was spoken like a secret. Like a prayer. Like a lullaby sung in the depths of the earth, remembered through ages lost.

The sound wrapped around me.

And before I could understand why, my feet were already moving.

I did not will them to walk. They moved of their own accord, as if following a call I could not resist. Each step was slow, steady, and yet I felt no fear. Only a pull. Like the sea answering the moon’s call.

I walked deeper into the chamber, through the faded remains of a long-forgotten world. Crumbling pillars lay broken on the ground, half-submerged in moss. Shattered statues leaned against cracked walls, their faces worn away by time. Ancient braziers sat dark and empty, like the flames that once lived within them had long since died.

Yet the walls... the walls glowed faintly.

As if the temple itself remembered how to breathe.

And then I saw it.

At the center of the chamber, resting in stillness untouched by time, was a pool.

The water was shallow, perfectly clear, and it shimmered faintly, as if lit from some source below the surface. The stone surrounding it was smooth and flawless. No moss, no mold, no sign of decay. It was too clean, untouched and perfect.

It didn’t belong here.

And yet... it felt like it belonged more than I did.

My steps slowed as I reached the edge. My eyes widened in disbelief.

Because resting in the center of that glowing pool... was a coffin.

Long. Dark. Beautiful.

Its surface was covered in carvings—symbols older than any language I had ever studied. The lid was already open, not pushed aside, not broken, but open with care.

As if the one who had once sealed it had known it would be opened again.

Floating around the coffin were pieces of soft, delicate fabric—pale pink and soft gold, drifting slowly across the surface of the water. They moved with a grace that was unnatural, curling like petals caught in a breeze I could not feel.

There was no one else in the chamber.

No footsteps. No dust disturbed. No signs that anyone had entered before me.

And yet, the coffin was opened like deliberately waiting for someone.

My mouth was dry. My chest tightened.

Everything inside me screamed to turn back. To run.

But my legs stepped forward...into the pool.

The water lapped at my boots, warm and gentle. It wrapped around my ankles like silk, sending a soft, shivering sensation up through my legs. Each ripple that spread outward carried with it a strange comfort—and an unspoken warning.

Still, I walked forward.

One step at a time.

Until I stood before the coffin.

And then, I looked inside.

The world seemed to stop.

My breath caught in my throat, and time itself fell silent.

It was him.

Lying inside the coffin as if he had merely fallen asleep.

The man from my dreams.

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