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I thought you’d want to take a look, just in case. Thank you, Nova, I said, looking at her axolotl. We walked into the library, and she asked for a small manuscript. The man is stiff, vampire maybe? Place it in front of us. I opened it. The first page was empty, and I turned one more page; the language was ancient. Reading out loud: the shadows will rise, and the darkness answers to one only, the real queen of the forgotten souls. Uhhhmm, Nova, I think you got the wrong book. It doesn’t say anything about Rune healing.

He pointed toward the edge of the woods, where the light of the setting sun cast long, distorted shadows. "Mama," Cian said, his voice trembling. "One of the shadows... it's not following the sun." I looked. Near a cluster of pine trees, a shadow was walking toward us. It was the shadow of a man in a crown, my father. But he wasn't alone. Attached to his shadow’s hand was another, smaller shadow. It was a shadow with three arms. The Librarian's failed creation. The shadow of my father didn't speak. It simply pointed toward the "New North" we had just printed. And in its other hand, it held a New Ledger.

“I need to understand. I need to control it. Otherwise, I’ll never be safe. And neither will you.” The book opened to a page that radiated a strange energy, symbols etched into the paper shimmering faintly in the lamplight. Her pulse surged as she recognized patterns from her dreams, markings that had burned themselves onto her vision the night the shadows had first attacked. Her breath caught as the meaning unfolded in fragments, the words speaking to her not aloud, but directly, searing understanding into her mind. The flame chooses the vessel, the shadow waits to reclaim.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

A slow release, like it had been holding a breath for centuries and chose now to exhale. And from that breath— Shadows bled upward. Not smoke. Not mist. Shadows. They bent toward us, curious. The threads in my chest burned. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I whispered—not to Lucian, not to Theron. To it. The shadow shifted in answer. My ears popped. My teeth ached. The shape it made was wrong—too tall to be a man, too narrow to be a beast, its edges folding in and out of themselves like pages turning in a book no one was reading.

I ask and Yuki pushes the book towards me. 0 "Do you understand anything on this page?" 0 All of the text in the Book of Shadows looks like gibberish. I only understand parts of it. This is a well known book and has been reproduced thousands of times. Most think it's fiction, something that was put together as a set of silly fairytale stories. There are, however, very few that know that the original book exists. It has what appear to be random symbols and letters combined, it all seems nonsensical. I flip back several pages to see what section of the book this is in.

It caresses my skin as I scream at them to leave, only to hear a mocking laughter echo back. “Ours”. A shadow covers my mouth to silence me as the larger one finds my belly button. It enters my abdomen and starts to stretch and rip my body apart, removing my pups from inside me. I do everything I can to escape, but I’m too weak. They eventually hold my pups above me, perfect little pups, before their eyes go dark and they are consumed by shadow. The shadows release me and return to the ground, taking my pups with them. I frantically start digging with my hands, trying to follow them as I scream out into the night.

My pups’ cries followed, high and thin, pulling me harder. I looked at my mother. Her eyes glistened, but her smile did not fade. “Go, little flame. Your fire still burns. And they are waiting for you.” Isa stepped back, head high. We go together. The light around me shifted. My mother’s hands slipped from mine, though her warmth lingered. “I’ll see you again,” I whispered. She nodded. “But not yet.” And then the light broke apart. Darkness pulled me down, heavy and fast. Pain pricked at the edge of my body again. Voices grew louder. The world of the living called me back.I fell into it, clutching the sound of Ryker’s cry and the faint echo of my mother’s last smile.

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.