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Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire. "Getting to all the other realms is relatively difficult except for one," Lucian then picked up two of the stones and put them side by side. "Except for the water realm and earth. Llewellyn and I were travelling the seas about two hundred years ago when a storm started to brew."

Then he said: “Morrigan gathers stories.” “And?” “Not books.” He pointed to the inhabitants of Nerevin. “Life.” The city was quiet. Even the rain seemed to be lurking. “Every man leaves a story.” The boy kept talking. “Most of them disappear.” “But some don’t.” Morrigan stopped. In the middle of the square. As if she heard every word. “Some stories change the world.” The boy looked at Mara. “And yours belongs to it.” Mara wanted to answer. But suddenly her card began to shine.

“I will bend their maps, Father.” Echidna’s laugh was low and fond and terrible. “Go, my lords,” she purred, settling back around the throne, tail whispering over stone in a circle that looked very much like a plan. “The sea has been insulted. Let the land learn manners.” The three rose. Abnegazar’s wings unscrolled; the cavern’s dimness leaned away from their reach. Ghast’s seven tails lashed once, braiding themselves into a promise and then letting it fall. Rath’s runes pulsed in agreement, red through bone.

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.

“They’re starting to talk.” “Yes,” I said. “And not the way we want.” We walked together along the perimeter path, boots crunching over gravel. Below them, Mystic Hollows stretched out, a living thing made of stone, wood, and memory. “Stories are forming,” I continued. “Not rumors, myths, a child who calms storms, a boy the land listens to.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “He’s just a child.” “I know,” I replied. “But belief doesn’t care.”

Still, I avoided it easily, having learned to be quick when wrangling in the chaos from Auth’s books, though even I have to admit I've never seen a creature like this before. “Do we really have to fight? You're already guaranteed to give me nightmares without trying to eat me,” I stated. I knew it was a long shot with everything that had been happening, but I decided once more that I was going to try to open one of my portals. I really didn't want to fight this creature because there was nothing about this book in the database, so there would be nothing about the creature either. I know I wouldn't know its strengths and weaknesses along with all the other things I usually knew when fighting

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

"I don't know why Cole would say that, Mom. My project was about… uh… constellations. Completely different." The lie hung in the air, thick and suffocating. My project had been a well-crafted solar system, each planet painted with care, suspended from a hanger. Zane’s "constellation" project, if it even existed, was nowhere to be seen. But she believed him. She always did.

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.