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‘DO YOU WANT TO FORGET ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD? As he then presented me with a mirror. The mirror is a silvery one with a sheer of gold dust. Mark and design by the stone that doesn’t exist in my world. Lines and letters that I do not understand what it is nor their meaning. And the symbols that are so familiar, yet I could not pinpoint what starts with the letter ‘Z’. ‘HOW ABOUT YOUR MEMORIES OF YOUR PRETENTIOUS FAMILY TO CALL, THAT NEVER ONCE LOVED YOU?’

The inside of the castle wasn’t what I had expected. Then again, nothing in the Iridescence Pack had mirrored my expectations. Multi-colored beams of sunlight streamed through the glass ceiling. The ceiling above the foyer was made of different colored glass, creating an incredibly realistic mural. Two bulls, one white and the other black, were locked at the horns. They stood in a beautiful garden, lush with flowers I had never seen before.

Nisha said. “I dreamt that I had a castle with my name inscribed on it, but it was on fire. I don't know what started the fire, but I saw people running for their lives. I started running towards it, but I hit my head on the barrier that surrounded me. It was a strong glass, I made efforts to break it down with my fists, but it was too strong to crumble. I stood there watching my castle burn into ashes, then a lady appeared and came towards me. She stared at me and laid her hand on the glass and it shattered. I was amazed, and then I was reminded to go save my castle, that's all. So, what does it mean?” Maddox asked.

I gasp; Gideon has to jump backwards to stop the glass from breaking over his feet, we’re both watching the glass bottles shatter and splinter into the dirt. “Well, I’m going to say Dutton and Winston are right about the drink.” GIdeon says with disgust; he doesn’t say anything else as he steps over the broken glass and heaves himself into the van. I don’t move closer until he’s got his back to me and I can tiptoe over the glass without looking like some dainty little girl. I have boots on but the amount of glass still makes me nervous. At the Acadmey, there's a literal pit of glass that I’ve seen girls as young as ten throw grown men into, the screams that come from those men haunt my night

I slowly walked towards it and knelt down to examine the shards closely. As I looked at the remaining pieces on the floor, my eyes narrowed when I noticed a shard with the letter "C" carved into it. "Do all the glasses on the long table belong to your family?" I asked Olivia while examining the shard with the engraved letter "C." If all the glasses on the long table belonged to them, there was only one thing I was certain of...

Crystal clear, stoppered with silver wrought into the shape of a coiled serpent, inscribed with symbols that writhed and shifted when observed directly. The runes weren't merely carved into the glass—they lived within it, swimming through the crystal like parasites made of light. One symbol caught Caelum's eye and held it, its meaning burned into memory by years of study under masters who'd made him memorize every variation of vampire script. Test. But beneath it, barely visible unless caught at the right angle, was another word that made his blood turn to ice water: Inheritance. "Literacy," Velis observed, watching the recognition flicker across Caelum's features. "How unexpectedly thorough

We passed James who was just walking in with a sandwich “Where are you two off to?” “That Z guy was wearing a family ring. I am going back to the library in our pack to see if I can find anything out” I didn’t even notice Charles right behind James “Can you draw a picture of it before you leave? I will then have a look and see if I can find anything out” “Sure” He handed me a pen and paper and I quickly drew the symbol for him. “I have seen this somewhere, I just can’t remember where” James grabbed the picture to have a look “Didn’t we learn about this at school? Was this the symbol of the guy who killed the Wolf Kings mate?”

Leaving the sitting room, only to return minutes later with two cans of grape juice. It is so cute, how weak she is to liquor. And very dangerous. We take out seats on different sides of the couch. "Um, I remembered something." The drink got stuck in my throat, and I forced it down. Coughing into my elbow. "You what?" "Are you alright?" "I'm fine. Go on." 'You sound dead, dude. Stop worrying our mate.' Dell, if you don't shut th- "I saw a symbol on the truck, and it reminded me of something I saw on the ring of somebody. But the image isn't clear on who, or what their gender might be.

The name meant little. Until he said the rest. “Burnt to the ground. The village is ash. Wolves still inside. Mothers. Pups. We found the remains... curled together. They didn’t even try to run.” I stopped walking. The sound around me drained, court murmurs, boots, torch crackle, everything. Gone. He kept talking, unaware that I’d already stepped into silence. “There were symbols, my king. Carved into the doorframes. The kind they use in the south. They meant for us to see them.”