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“Safe is not a word I’d use.” Meanwhile, I had been pouring over the Prophetess’ remnants, the runes she left behind, the ashes of her robes, the half-burnt bones from the ritual. In the fragments of her chants, I uncovered a phrase repeated like a refrain: **"When the last rune shatters, the Sleeper shall rise."** I didn’t know what it meant. But the earth had started to hum beneath our feet. It started subtly. Animals going silent in the forest. Birds refusing to fly past the eastern cliffs. Then tremors in the night, soft at first, like something shifting far underground. The elders said it was nothing. But my instincts said otherwise.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

LOGAN: It's all in this book ANYA: I also don't understand how he knew 80% of the book content by just holding it. LOGAN: (opened the book) Wait a minute....it says to lock a person with a spell, you have to say LOXSIDA...to unlock, a lock spell, it's KOLUNCIDA STRONE. How come to unlock is longer than to lock? ANYA: It doesn't matter, let's try it. (Points at Rose) Koluncida Strone. (nothing happened)

"We are finding the changes unsettling. First, the Queen heals her falcon, then you change from wearing your armor, to wearing ancient robes… I feel we are wondering what is next, and for what purpose?" Niamh rose to her feet, standing close to her King. Lorcan intertwined his fingers with hers before speaking. "What is next?" Lorcan repeated. "I shall tell you. The old prayers will be brought back to the temples, Council will be held in the ancient tongue, and I plan on building alliances alongside my Queen." Fregal landed on the window sill and gave a warning screech. The elven council stared at the King in silence.

The attempts of the other kingdoms proved to be futile after they have already trampled on the lives of so many children. Though there are some that were blinded by the offers of their kingdoms and were treated according to what they have promised but they are already too late, the first kingdom to have accepted the Carriers as they really are have already advance too far for the other kingdoms to catch up.

Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the God of War, Ares that makes it so much powerful. “This is the extent of my help.” He said “This is such a precious thing to hand me. Are you sure it’s just right to give me this?” He’s still hesitant to receive such grace “Yes. I know that my sword is in good hands” he simply said and smiled “From today on, you’ll be taking place on this world. This will be your new home.” He added as he handed him the ring and the sword

She watched and waited, hoping for a sign that her claiming had worked and Calistè frowned and nudged her away. “Excuse me,” Calistè frowned. “You think you can just tell anything to the beast and expect it to believe you? Use the spells in the book.” “What book?” Rhea stared at her. “The one in the book you saw about him of course,” Calistè replied. “Or do you want me to spell it out to everyone that the lycan king keeps a diary.” “How do you know about my father’s diary?” Rhea stared at her. “And mind you, it’s not a diary. It’s his secret book where he keeps the records of all the evil stuffs that he’s done over the years.”

With all hope seemed lost, the heroes of Ren'veil led by Rio swordtaker found hope in the most unlikely place. They found one of the lost tomes of the Wolf father within the ruins of Galathron it held the rights of summoning. With this tome, they could summon only one hero to Ren'veil though the price to pay for the summoning required a mage and a priestess to enact the summoning rights and bound their Spiritual Energy and their Etherial energy to the summoned hero.

I can point out exactly where it is and feel it being created in that moment. So I pull. I pull on all of it like I’m reeling in a hundred fish on a hundred fishing poles. Up ahead I’m vaguely aware of the sky darkening, but I don’t change my focus. I keep pulling, until one by one, I’m hit by flames from far off places across the territory. Witches cry out. My wolves make advances. Before I know it, we’ve cornered the enemy. They start disappearing into somewhere unseen. Into thin air. Some sort of portal? They rush to one area in particular.

From the records on Avalor's Kingdom to the ancient legends of the land. "The legend of the Dulein Fairy magic Kingdom," she read on the covers, "The first ancient alliance, The Hidden Magic..." The books passed her fingers till she reached one large red book with golden letters in the front. "The Journey of the Ancient Dragon." The first page was a detailed map of the land of Cretia, the world they inhabited. Filled with three main races, dragons, witches, and fairies.