LOGINNo one spoke after Pearl's words.The mountain wind swept quietly through the narrow street, stirring loose snow around their boots, but the whisper did not come again. Pearl remained where she was, staring at the ancient wall, her breathing slower now as she tried to decide whether she had truly heard a voice or whether the city had finally begun playing tricks on her mind.Rowan was the first to break the silence."Tell us exactly what happened."Pearl looked away from the wall and met his eyes."It wasn't like hearing someone speak beside me."She searched for the right words."It was... closer than that."Lucien frowned thoughtfully."Inside your head?"She hesitated."No.""Then where?""I don't know."She smiled apologetically."I wish I could explain it better."Evren stepped a little closer, not close enough to crowd her, but close enough that she would know she wasn't standing there alone."You don't have to."She looked at him."I'm not making much sense.""You don't need to
The expedition left camp shortly after sunrise, following the oldest map Lucien and Rowan had compared the previous evening. Frost still clung to the rooftops, and the streets of Orathyn were wrapped in the same eerie silence that had greeted them every morning since their arrival. Even after days of exploring the forgotten city, the quiet never felt ordinary. It was the kind of silence that seemed to listen.Astrid walked with her hands tucked into her coat and glanced at the rolled map Rowan carried under his arm."I've decided I don't trust ancient cartographers."Lucien smiled."What have they done now?""They erased an entire street."Rosalie laughed."I don't think they erased it by accident.""That somehow makes it worse."Lucien adjusted the satchel hanging from his shoulder."If someone intentionally removed a street from every newer map, then they had a reason."Astrid sighed dramatically."I preferred maps that simply helped people avoid getting lost."Rowan looked back at
For several seconds, no one spoke.The footprints had vanished as though they had never existed. Only the final print remained, half-buried beneath fresh snow, while Rowan stood holding the silver pendant in his gloved hand. The wind continued to drift through the empty street, innocent and quiet, as if nothing extraordinary had just happened.Astrid was the first to find her voice."I'm starting to think this city enjoys showing off."Rosalie let out a nervous laugh."I was going to say the same thing."Lucien, however, hadn't taken his eyes off the pendant."No."Everyone looked at him."I don't think it was showing off.""What then?" Rowan asked.Lucien glanced around the silent ruins before answering."I think it wanted us to see those footprints.""And once we found the pendant..." Pearl said softly."...they weren't needed anymore."The thought settled uneasily over the group.Evren watched the snow swirl across the empty street before turning to Rowan."We should head back.""Y
The warmth around the table vanished the moment the scout finished speaking.Rowan was already on his feet."Show us."The young scout nodded and immediately led the way out of camp. The others exchanged uneasy glances before following, leaving the journal and Lucien's scattered notes exactly where they were. Whatever had made those footprints couldn't have been more than a few minutes ahead of them.The eastern edge of Orathyn was quieter than the rest of the city. Crumbling walls leaned into one another, and the narrow streets were almost hidden beneath fresh snow. When the scout finally stopped, he stepped aside without saying a word.There they were.A single trail of footprints crossed the untouched snow before disappearing between two ancient buildings.Astrid crouched beside the nearest print."They're fresh."Rowan nodded."Very."Pearl looked around the empty street."But we would've seen someone.""There was no one," Rosalie agreed.Lucien adjusted his glasses as he studied
When Pearl and Evren returned to camp, they found the rest of the expedition exactly where they had left them. Lucien was still buried beneath an impressive mountain of notes, though now Rowan had joined him, patiently copying translated passages into a fresh journal. Rosalie had somehow convinced Astrid to help organize the papers, a decision she appeared to be regretting almost immediately.Astrid held up two nearly identical sheets."Lucien.""Hm?""Why do you have three copies of the same page?""They're different."She compared them again."They're absolutely not.""They are to me."Rosalie leaned over for a look before laughing."I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think Astrid's right."Lucien looked personally offended."Neither of you appreciates proper documentation.""No," Astrid replied. "We appreciate being able to find the table underneath it."Pearl slipped quietly into her chair, smiling as she watched them. The easy bickering had become so natural that it was diffi
The journal became the center of the expedition the very next morning.Before breakfast had even ended, Lucien had claimed the largest table in camp and transformed it into complete chaos. Dictionaries lay open beside loose sheets of parchment, ink bottles competed for space with charcoal rubbings, and every spare corner seemed to hold another stack of notes. It looked less like a workspace and more like a storm had decided to organize itself.Rosalie stopped beside the table and slowly looked over the mess."I left you alone for fifteen minutes."Lucien didn't even glance up from the journal."It was closer to twenty.""That somehow makes this worse.""I've made remarkable progress."She gestured at the scattered papers."You've made remarkable clutter."Astrid wandered over carrying a steaming mug."I've finally figured out Lucien's greatest talent."He looked up hopefully."Translation?""No. Occupying enough space for three people."Even Rowan laughed as he set the journal careful







