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“Aren’t I right, Regan?” Regan, who has been silent up until this point just nods. “He can’t speak right now,” Annabelle says in an apologetic tone. “You remember how Regan excelled at ancient languages when we were studying together here, Ferguson?” Ferguson doesn’t say anything, and Annabelle continues in a drawl, “Well, when we went out to teach in Oxford, he came across this book, a book written in the ancient language by Flavius Tarquin.” I feel Jesse’s hand flex around mine, a hiss leaving his mouth. When I shoot him a concerned look, all the color has left his face. He looks horrified for some reason.

Nobody knows for sure what happened to Kamaria, but those who visit the old cabin say they hear her ghost whispering about the moon, crying for it to bring mommy and daddy back. So now that you've heard the back story, I can tell you what the book of Eron is. The first half of this 2,600 page book is about the different powers of the Eribiss, the different clans and what their clan name means, and the Eron rules. The second half talks about the story of Elina and Joseph from Elina's point of view. I hope this helped! For more information on where to buy the Book of Eron, click on this link here www.thebookoferon.com

I say as I try to pull my arm out of Margaret’s grip. “Valuable,” a familiar soft voice says behind me next to my ear. Mossy arms engulf my body and hold my arms tightly at my side. “I am really sorry about this, Your Highness, but I need that prophecy book.” Esau’s words are the last thing that I hear as cloth covers my mouth and my nose. The woodsy, damp scent of a forest fills my senses as I slip into darkness.

"This holds the origins of Eclisia, the prophecy, and the tale of the pendant." Hesitating for a moment, I reached out and touched the tome. It felt warm, pulsating with an energy that seemed to resonate with my very being. Richard's voice echoed in my mind, *"We're ready. Together."* Taking a deep breath, I opened the book. Images, sounds, and emotions washed over me. Scenes of a world long forgotten, of love and betrayal, power and sacrifice, played out. Lysandra narrated, "Centuries ago, Eclisia was a realm where time itself danced to the whims of its inhabitants. But with great power came great envy."

The truth burns: the Herald is Elara’s kin, corrupted by betrayal, seeking to unmake her legacy. Kalia’s orb sparks, her aura flaring, her eyes distant, a vision seizing her. “Aelys!” she gasps, “the Herald—it’s gathering relics on a rift-torn world, unraveling the Veil!” Her relic pulses, the Herald’s hymn echoing: “Lumora falls, child—your cosmos is mine.” The archive trembles, void-wraiths breaching the dome, their claws slashing. I shield Kalia, my blade striking a wraith, my hymn faltering, my mortal heart straining. The relic’s hymn surges, its starlight wounding me, pain erupting, Lena’s spark flickering. “Aelys!” Kalia cries, her orb flaring, her hymn unsteady but fierce, felling a w

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

I doubt that this is his real voice so I am sure that he is using a voice manipulation. “Who is this?” I answered, struggling to keep my voice steady as possible. “Your end is about to come, Croven. I am always watching you,” he laughed mischievously, which sets the atmosphere creepier than ever. “Who is this?” I repeated. “Don’t be too curious about me, we will meet face to face soon.” “Why are you--” “Who the fuck are you?!” Erwan yelled over the phone before I can even finish my sentence.

Orel growled out as the room went silent while Vala’s mouth was opened in shock. “Did the foreigner…” She started saying again but Arius glared. “Not another word, he is a king where he is from and I don’t want to start my reign with war from another empire who just increase their might by taking over another empire because my bratty sister cannot keep her mouth shut so she had to annoy him. Please Vala, I let you take the blame for whatever you are trying to stir up because I cannot handle the repercussion.” Arius cuts his sister shut and I couldn’t help but smile at that.

> Then you already know what comes next. --- The Stranger by the Fire When Liora was twelve, a traveler came to the village. He was old, dressed in worn robes, eyes sharp with knowledge. He called himself Eron of the Flame. He stayed for several days, teaching the children old songs of the Flow, songs no one had sung for centuries. But one night, he sat by the fire with Liora’s mother and said, “Your daughter carries something ancient. Something the world is not ready to lose again.”

I Try But when I open my mouth Too much comes at once Not words Information Worlds. Connections. Choices. Outcomes. Everything All at once. I Drop to My Knees Not from weakness From overload Aurelion Moves Instantly “Her light is spiking no, not light everything!” Eryndor Steps In “Something’s merging.” Vireon’s Voice Cuts Through “…She’s integrating.” Theodore Tightens His Grip “Integrating into what?!” I Finally Speak