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FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

Emery woke up in her makeshift home having no idea what the day would hold. She was starting to wonder why she of all people was the one who was here in the forest and on this quest. As she went out to the kitchen to make herself breakfast she found a note that read: there are four rare and magical creatures you must find if you want to win the battles that lie ahead. First you must find a cyclops he will tell you what to do next.

The head master nodded and headed to tribune beginning his lecture. “Let us begin our lesson with the war 100 year ago,” the headmaster flicked his hand and books started to appear in our table. ‘Along with the Gods’ was written in the book cover. “In your hands now is the book that we will be using as reference for today’s lesson. Kindly open it to the fourth page, young wizlings.” The shuffling of the book pages can be heard throughout the lecture hall and the headmaster started his speech again.

Now with the coldness and the eeriness, a few enjoy and the rest suffers about, HE whispers. “Now, now, now. Of which play should I be reading next?” Drawn with a smile as HE snaps his finger and books emerge into every corner, the Tarots come and float along. With each symbol, roman numbers, and very drawn characters that are now perfectly shown, a ticking story to tell is about to unfold. “Chie.” HE calls, where she abides, and HE commands. “Call your very commander, it’s time to wake up, ‘The Sleeping Beauty.”

I eased the door open and slipped inside. --- Hidden in a shadowed arch down the hall, Irene watched, a slow smirk gracing her lips. Her eyes lingered on the sleeping guard. “Well done, Kyra,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear. --- Inside the room, Lucian lay still as death, his skin pale and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. The sight tightened my chest. “Please let this work,” I whispered into the heavy silence. I sank onto the edge of the bed and pulled out the spell book, its pages seeming to pulse beneath my touch. Flipping to the middle, I found it—an incantation for poisoned werewolves, the letters sharp and dark.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

“One! You have more?” But she was already on her way out, gently closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but think of how graceful Darynem were. Such a sharp contrast from what we had been taught back in Anoryl. I took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the library. Where would I even start? “The oldest books are at the farthest shelves, history books below and magic above. That’s the order” a voice echoed from down the lane. Out of the shadows emerged a thin and tall old lady. She had thin glasses that were propped on the bridge of her nose but couldn't hide her bright orange eyes. She was beautiful with her pale blonde hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders in waves. “Thank you”, I

Snickers Natasha, as I pass her desk, to get to the teacher’s desk for my hallway pass. “Ok, Merida, I want you to read pages 120-135 and give me a summary of what you read.” Mr. Rouser says as he hands me the pass. I just nod as I turn to the door to leave. “Class, I want a 3-page summary of what we have talked about today on pages 120-135.” Mr. Rouser announces just as I close the door. I don’t need to look back or even open the door to know the entire class is groaning. Or that Natasha and her friends are glaring at me.

“What is it?” “A translation of the Aeternum Codex,” she said. “It’s one of the oldest spellbooks recorded by the first time-mages. I found it in the Elven archives — well, technically I wasn’t supposed to be there, but no one was guarding the section labeled ‘Ancient Theoretical Chronomancy,’ so…” I stared at her. “You stole from the royal library?” “Borrowed,” she said quickly. “Temporarily. You can thank me later.”

“Fine. What do you need me to do?” 'Prince Ron' chuckled, clapping his hands once in delight. "Now, that’s the tone I was waiting for." Tired of standing, he groaned, touching his slightly bluging tummy as he strode over to a nearby chair, settling into it and crossing one leg over the other, leaning back like a king on his throne. "I want you to go into the library and find me The Ledger of Souls" Cordin’s breath caught. "The Ledger of Souls?" he repeated in a whisper.