The Extra's Rise

Dawn made Stormgate Flats look brand new. Frost on the grass. Breath like smoke. No banners, no speeches—just the right people in the right places.

Reika handed me tea and a look that said keep it simple. Seraphina lined her tripods like a small metal forest. Rachel checked clips, checked me, then told me to breathe on fours. Cecilia stood with the engineer van and quietly moved two cable runs to smarter places. King Marcus and Queen Lyralei were already there with signed permits. Tiamat and Lyra walked the chalk together.

We kept the ring honest. Four kill-switch pylons at the corners. Poles and chalk arcs inside. Royal Guard trucks out on the hard ground. Med tents warm. Captain Selene Vyr took the perimeter without saying more than ten words. Chief Kade Opalus ran his palm along the main line and listened to the dirt like it was an old friend.

Up high, Ian drew lanes in the morning air. Lucifer's wing stayed stacked just outside our corridor, posting quiet "clear" marks across the net. Between the two of them, the sky behaved.

Stella slid in under my arm with ear protectors hanging at her neck. "You're going to be boring, right?" she said.

"The most boring," I promised.

We stepped inside the ring. Lyra tuned a gentle crosswind and a low line of light I couldn't hear but could feel in my teeth. Tiamat set her palm on a corner post, and the ground decided not to fight us. No Grey. No show. Just hands and small truths.

"Begin," Tiamat said.

I wrote the first truth with my wrist: first touch bites clean, no chatter. Valeria stayed a plain sword in my hand. The edge obeyed. Seraphina's pencil tapped a tiny dot in her book. Rachel's line on my vitals stayed flat. Kade lifted a thumb.

Second truth: shortest line between chalk marks, no matter what the air asks for. Lyra let the wind stumble once and come back. I didn't chase it. The line stayed true. Seraphina's dot landed where it should.

We ran carry-through next. Step, cut, step, cut, keep the law tight around my hand, exit clean. I pictured a small door closing at the end of each run. Close. Breathe. Reset. Twice I felt pride try to creep into my heel. Twice Valeria tapped my palm and I slowed by a hair. The cluster of dots on Seraphina's page looked like someone had been careful.

Then we placed the first spine.

No countdown. No drama. Lyra and Tiamat walked to the anchor post with Kade and two ward engineers. They set the spine into place, locked the cap, and asked the field to accept it. A thin line of light ran up the post and out along our chalk arcs. The Flats didn't flare. They didn't shudder. They just said yes.

We stood still for three minutes and let the ground make up its mind. Captain Vyr kept everyone at the same quiet distance. Ian stayed high. Lucifer didn't swoop in to be seen; his "clear" ping hit the net, and then nothing. When Kade finally said "clean" into his mic, people remembered to breathe.

Queen Lyralei and King Marcus walked in without hurry. The king set his hand on the post like he would on a good horse. The queen looked at faces, trucks, chalk, and tents, then said one word loud enough for the outer line to hear.

"Good."

We didn't pack fast. We packed right. Rachel made me drink twice, because the second sip is the one people skip. Seraphina folded the tripods the same way she always does so her hands don't have to think later. Reika traced my exit lane with her boot again and left it there, superstition on purpose. Stella hugged me and declared the whole thing "properly boring," which is her highest praise for a dangerous morning.

We stepped through a warp and came out into cold sea air by midday.

The coastal site was busier but not louder. Local crews already had the outer ring built; our people slotted into their same roles like a song adding a verse. Salt wind is messier than land wind. Lyra dialed it back until it sounded like a steady breath. We ran one baseline check—first touch, shortest line, carry-through—and stopped at the word "enough."

Tiamat placed the second spine herself. Engineers locked the cap. The post took the load; the breakers did not complain. When the line ran up and out, the sea didn't fight it. It felt like someone had straightened a picture on a wall that had been crooked for years.

By late afternoon we were inland again, two provinces down, where hills lean into the coast and the wind comes in sideways. Same ring. Same hands. Same words. Tiamat said "begin," and we did. The third spine went in at dusk with a few gulls watching like they owned the place. Kade called the lattice clean in the same flat voice that made my shoulders relax every time I heard it.

When the logs came back green on all three, the Concord pressed the line we'd been waiting on: provisional member, one year. Shared lanes. Shared rules. Reviews every quarter. No hugs. No parade. Just the quiet that follows when a big thing works.

We warped home to Valdris under a sky that looked relieved. In the briefing room, we kept it simple. Kade thanked his crew and went back to counting bolts. Seraphina circled two numbers, underlined one, and closed her book. Rachel leaned against my shoulder for a breath and didn't say anything. Reika said "we do it again tomorrow in our heads," and everyone nodded. Ian sent a flight plan for dawn out to his wing with "sleep" written at the top.

Lyra stepped to me when the room was almost empty. "I'll stay," she said. "My brother is here somewhere. I will not leave while he is."

I nodded. "We'll help. When you need it. When I'm strong enough to be useful."

She held my eyes and weighed the truth of that. Then she gave a small, tired smile. "Thank you," she said.

Tiamat didn't speak, but the approval in her look felt like being told to sit down and drink something warm. I did both.