Chapter Twenty-Two

**Third Person’s POV**

There were histories that were forgotten. Histories that marked the last days of a race, histories that stemmed from the root of all the events happening in the present times. There weren’t many who knew the roots of it, and there are also few others that still lived in the present times who knew about it. But there was only one who remained to live who knew.

The old witch of Neverwhere looked down on the casket, mourning for the death of someone very close to her. She had thoughts of how she was now the only living person to know all of the secrets of Kósmima. If she were to die tomorrow, all histories and secrets of the hidden Jewels of Worlds would be lost and forgotten forever.

She knew she needed to do something to preserve the histories and secrets of Kósmima. She had one person in mind, a young one, her apprentice – Maya Faramis. Leah’s older sister, they had the same features, except Maya colors her hair purple. S