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Terin Veyar - Crown of Regence

The Watcher Who Chose Control

Terin Veyar - Crown of Regence

The Watcher Who Chose Control

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Then came the turning point. Terin discovered Rada’s unsanctioned root-interface experiments with Lum-signals and early biomechatronics. It was dangerous. It was illegal. And it was spreading. Terin, believing order was the only thing that kept the world from falling back into chaos, reported him.

Elyra never forgave him.

That night she vanished—disappeared into the outer fringes where the Light Underground was just beginning to stir. Terin never heard from her again.

But he rose.

Years later, he was no longer a boy in vents. Terin Veyar became the Regence’s youngest ever Architect of Stability, the mind behind the systems that mapped, indexed, and tamed the chaos Marqala had become. He refined the fragmented sparks of Lum into the passive eyes and quiet enforcers that lined the city. He stood beside the Chancellor when order returned.

Among the sons and daughters of privilege, Terin was an outsider—but he had something most didn’t: precision. He was surgical in his logic, ruthless in debate, and tenacious in the pursuit of systemic understanding. And yet, amid the glass and stone halls of Marqala, he met her: Elyra Vale.

Elyra was the opposite of Terin—artistic, instinctive, empathic. She wasn’t trying to win; she was trying to matter. They were placed on a Systems Theory project together. What began in tension turned to curiosity, then turned to late nights in sunken libraries and quiet laughs over half-dismantled consoles. She challenged him—not with argument, but with wonder.

Rada came later. A firebrand. Brilliant, reckless, charismatic. He and Elyra shared something electric, and though Terin never admitted it, he saw her soul begin to orbit Rada’s.

Terin Veyar wasn’t born into power. He was born in the gutters of the Lower Meridian Vents, where heat exhaust from Marqala’s towering synth-core plants blanketed the air with chemical fog and lowlight grime. His father disappeared in a mining strike. His mother held the family together with grit, smarts, and salvaged circuitry she bartered to black-market medics and off-grid farmers. Terin learned early that survival was a matter of clarity—knowing who you are, what you’ll give, and what you won’t.

Where most fell into the churn, Terin watched. He observed systems. Noticed patterns. Loopholes. Leverage. At age twelve, he hacked his way into access credits for open-source neural tutoring. By fifteen, he’d memorized the bureaucratic lattice of the Regence scholarship system and exploited an edge-case clause that earned him a placement at the School of Marqala.

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