Ashroot: The Fracturing

There are some
who do not rise
when offered love.

They do not soften.
They do not bloom.

They sharpen.
They turn the mirror outward.
They seek to undo what they cannot become.

Ashroot saw what Kindroot loved
and tried to poison it.

Not him—
but what tethered him.
The ones who held his light before she could dim it.
The bloodline she could never unravel.
The legacy that would not kneel.

What she does not know
is that the circle always closes.
What is cast in shadow
does not disappear.

It waits.
It watches.
And when the time comes,
it returns—
not to wound,
but to reveal.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai