Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

She didn’t speak until Ashani sat beside her. “It’s waking faster than Varethkaal ever did,” Clara said. “Because it’s older,” Ashani replied. “The codex warned about the deep ones. Those who swam before light touched the sky.” Clara opened her bag and pulled out her journal. Her handwriting sprawled across the pages—rushed notes, sketches, glyphs she hadn’t yet translated. In the center of one page: the name Marellen, drawn in charcoal, surrounded by symbols that bled when traced with seawater.

After a few minutes, Marlie complied and allowed her entry. She wiped her face and questioned Vien, "What do you want? Did they send you here?" She asked the old woman coldly. Vien remained silent but extended a diary towards Marlie. Marlie turned and noticed it, asking skeptically, "A diary? What am I supposed to do with that?" Vien replied tearfully, "Someone told me you would recognize it, even if it was in the shadows." Her words halted Marlie in her tracks. "Charlie?... Is it Charlie's diary?" Marlie exclaimed, rushing to retrieve it from Vien's hands.