LOGINThe archives had always been quiet. Dust clung to nearly every shelf despite the servants doing their best to keep the space maintained, and the smell of worn paper and old leather sat thick in the air the deeper someone went into the room.
Victoria sat cross-legged on the floor near one of the lower shelves, several books stacked around her while she flipped carefully through another worn journal, her eyes moving line by line, only to sigh softly a moment later before shutting it agai
Hi guys, I have been working hard on trying to keep up with the chapters of this story, but due to health problems that have come up, I will be delaying updating until the beginning of next month. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I will resume with daily updates in the coming month.Thank you to everyone who has read this far.
The next few days passed slowly.The castle had settled into an uncomfortable rhythm ever since Celeste woke up, everyone moving carefully around the situation without ever truly relaxing into it. The archives remained occupied almost constantly now, meals were often forgotten until servants practically forced them onto tables, and conversations throughout the halls lowered whenever someone mentioned Celeste’s name.No one said it out loud, but the tension was becoming harder to ignore, because despite all the searching they still didn’t have answers.Only theories.Fragments.Warnings written by dead people who clearly hadn’t survived long enough to explain anything useful and meanwhile, Celeste continued changing in ways no one fully understood.The frost had become more frequent.Not dramatic enough yet to truly alarm anyone outside the family, but noticeable. Cups chilled too quickly in her hands. Candles dimmed when she passed too close to them. Flowers left near her room never s
By the next morning, the archives looked worse than they had the night before.Books covered nearly every available surface now, stacked across tables, floors, chairs, and even the windowsills where Victoria had started leaving the ones they’d already searched through just to keep the remaining piles organized. Dust hung lightly in the air from how many old shelves had been disturbed over the last several days, and the smell of aged paper and candle wax had settled so deeply into the room that it followed anyone who left.Victoria sat at the large central table with one elbow propped against a tower of books while she skimmed through another faded text that, so far, had managed to say absolutely nothing useful in over two hundred pages.She flipped another page.Then another.Then sighed heavily before dropping her forehead briefly against the open book.“I swear if I read the phrase divine imbalance one more time, I’m setting this entire room on fire.”“You said that three books ago,
There you areThe whisper settled softly into the quiet around her, no louder than before, but closer now, clearer in a way that made it impossible to mistake for imagination anymore.Celeste stood motionless in front of the old door, her gaze tracing the faded markings carved into the dark stone around it while the cold from the lower levels crept through the corridor and curled around her skin. The deeper parts of the castle felt different from the upper floors, older somehow, heavier.She didn’t know how long she had been standing there.Long enough for the silence to settle fully around her.Long enough for the pull in her chest to grow stronger.The door itself looked old, reinforced with dark iron bands and worn carvings that had faded with time, though something about it continued to hold her attention in a way she couldn’t explain.Come closerHer fingers lifted slowly toward the handle.“Celeste!”The shout cut sharply through the corridor.She turned just as Silas appeared a
The archives had always been quiet. Dust clung to nearly every shelf despite the servants doing their best to keep the space maintained, and the smell of worn paper and old leather sat thick in the air the deeper someone went into the room.Victoria sat cross-legged on the floor near one of the lower shelves, several books stacked around her while she flipped carefully through another worn journal, her eyes moving line by line, only to sigh softly a moment later before shutting it again.“Nothing,” she muttered, tossing it lightly onto the pile beside her.Calix stood a few feet away near the taller shelves, scanning the faded lettering along the spines with growing irritation. “That makes twelve books in the last hour that mention the moonstone without actually saying anything useful about it.”“They all say the same thing,” Victoria replied, rubbing at her eyes briefly. “‘Dangerous relic.’ ‘For
They didn’t stay in the garden much longer after that.Lysandra didn’t rush Celeste, but she didn’t give her the option to linger either, her hand remaining lightly around Celeste’s wrist as she guided her back toward the path, steady without pulling, firm without making it feel forced. Celeste didn’t resist, her steps falling into place beside her as they turned away from the rose bushes, leaving the withered bloom behind without another glance.The medic followed a few steps back, close enough to step in if needed, though she said nothing as they made their way toward the doors, her attention fixed on Celeste in a way that didn’t intrude but didn’t miss anything either.Celeste walked without issue.If anything, her pace had evened out more than before, her movements settling into something that looked almost normal if you didn’t know what had just happened.“You’re done for now,”







