Shining Through Novel Novels & Stories

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

Vivienne I held the book tight against my chest as I moved quickly through the corridor, my steps uneven but fast because my mind was already ahead of me, replaying the lines I had read over and over again until they made sense, until they stopped looking like old useless words and started looking like a weapon I could actually use, and even though my body was tired from staying up all night in that dusty library, I didn’t feel it much right now because something inside me was lit up, sharp and alive.