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Between Wing and Claw
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The Morning Bell
Isabeau pressed her face against the cold stone windowsill, watching the first pale streaks of dawn creep across the Italian countryside. Her untamed blonde hair caught the morning light as she turned away, dread pooling in her stomach.
"Not yet," she whispered to the empty tower room.
Below in the courtyard, Etienne emerged from the shadows where he'd spent the night. His light hair was disheveled, grey eyes reflecting exhaustion. He looked up at her window and raised his hand in their familiar morning greeting.
She waved back, her heart aching. Soon the sun would rise fully, and she would be lost to him again until darkness fell. Their curse had stolen so much—their wedding day, their shared meals, their simple conversations.
Young Filippe appeared at the castle gates, carrying a leather satchel. He'd promised to help them find answers in the old texts. Maybe today would bring hope.
The sun climbed higher. Isabeau's skin began to tingle.
The Scholar's Warning
Isabeau's transformation began as the sun crested the castle walls. Her bones stretched and hollowed, feathers sprouting from her skin. Within moments, a golden hawk perched where she had stood.
Etienne watched from below, his heart clenching. He turned to Filippe, who was spreading ancient texts across a wooden table in the courtyard.
"I found something troubling," Filippe said, pointing to a faded illustration. "This curse isn't just about day and night transformations."
The young scholar's face was grave. "According to this text, if the curse isn't broken within one lunar cycle from its casting, the transformations become permanent. You'll lose your human forms forever."
Etienne's blood turned cold. "How long do we have?"
Filippe traced calculations in the margin with his finger. "Based on what you've told me about when this started, perhaps six days. Maybe seven."
Above them, the hawk cried sharply, as if sensing the urgency. Etienne looked up at Isabeau, knowing she understood their conversation even in her avian form.
"Then we begin today," Etienne said firmly.
