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Cole smooths his hand over the title page where my name is printed in bold. He looks up at me, smiling faintly. “There’s no title.” “I have no space in my brain to name it. Not yet. But it’s not just about the war last year. It’s about–about everything–everything from the beginning. What Aviva now remembers about the fall of the Firestone witches, how the kings came into power, the veil, how the Goddess played into the use of the water to bring the magic into Maatua so someone could find it again and harness it to help Eastonia. Then, of course, the war. Our story. Stories of the warriors and the families they had to leave behind. The order members who got trapped by Richard’s magic–” I suck

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

The sound of the heavy rain was hypnotic, falling in a rhythm that temporarily distracted the two from everything else in the world. The relentless rain gradually subsided into a light shower. Wes became aware of the book on Willow's lap. A book about the history of the vampire species that was not allowed to be read by the general public but was required by the royals to memorize. "Thousands of years ago," he began looking at the raindrops, "on this very land, our society lived in peace. We were a happy human community dedicated to building a better civilization." She fixed her gaze on him.

Helena stomped from the room leaving Wally standing there behind the desk open mouthed trying to come up with a protest to her command. “Gods help me on this. This is probably the worst projects I’ve ever received. Where does one look for information on something like that? How far back into history does she expect me to go and what’s the deadline for it?” Wally threw himself back into the chair and looked at his open laptop dejectedly. Would the Elder historian be willing to help him search for records on this? After all, they possessed the knowledge of where to find records like that. Could he trust the elder historian though with this subject? Or would he steer him away from the truth? Th