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Finally, she felt herself wanting to stop before one of them. She examined it, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Caitlin was about to look elsewhere, but Ruth sat there, whining at it, not letting her leave. Caitlin looked again. As she examined the intricate design of the lid, the small figure of a knight carved into it, the folded hands outlined on the stone, the armor, the belt, she realized something. There was a slot in the belt, notched into the stone. Just wide enough, she realized, to hold a dagger.

After seeing Clement and his parents off with Mom and Dad, I rubbed my tired eyes. Before going to bed, I checked my phone and came across a new post from Celine. Her posts were only visible to me. The photograph captured two intertwined hands, each with a custom ring on their ring finger. The caption read, "Jay put it on me—slipped it on my finger himself. I'm over the moon!" I had spent almost half a year designing those rings. They were one of a kind, and he had given them to Celine without the slightest concern for me.

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

Lila pushed the door—creaking, stiff—and stepped in, Sienna behind, Roman last, his shoulder brushing hers as he passed, and damn if it didn’t spark again—heat, want, regret—making her clench her fists. Inside smelled of dust and pine—bare, a table, a cot, a locked box on a shelf—and Lila turned, eyes wet, holding out a key, small and silver. “For you,” she said, voice trembling, “he said it’s yours—everything he hid, everything he took.” She pressed it into Sienna’s hand—cold, heavy—and Sienna’s breath stopped, the vial burning in her pocket, the weight of it all crashing down. Before she could speak, a shadow moved—quick, sharp—in the corner, and a voice—low, rough, male—cut through: “Lila

"Alright... what am I supposed to get?" Conor’s grin stretched wide. "That's my girl." He flipped open the old, worn-out book in front of us, turning the pages until he stopped at a symbol etched in thick, black ink. It was a large, dark ring with two triangles meeting at the top in a straight line. Inside the circle, two more triangles—sharp, like a wolf's canines—flanked either side of the line. The image stirred something in me. It felt oddly familiar.

"We're the living energy sources Robbie. The Holders of the rings, it's us… all of us." She watched as Robert took a closer look at every detail the pictorial book had to offer. Every marking, every idea, every memory the pictures conjured. "Looks like you’ve been doing a lot research.” He then took a closer look at the book and saw a couple contacts with their numbers just beside them, on a different page of the book. “You’ve been trying to find them too huh” he said, everything gradually starting to make a little more sense now. “Well you’re on the right path. We do need to find them. All of us. We need to–"

“Please—stay safe.” The scene shifted. Now there was blood. So much blood. The book laid open, pages fluttering in the wind, stained crimson. I heard a childlike scream echoing through the trees, messing with my head. The vision shattered yet I could vividly remember. The image of the ring—silver, ancient, powerful—burned behind my eyelids. She gave me a book and a ring. She begged me to keep them hidden and protected and be safe. A Silver… engraved with symbols, ancient ones. I couldn’t read them so I don’t know or understand what they mean.

“Oof, sorry. Open the gift. I wanna know what it is too.” Ares obliged without a word, sitting on the floor and unwrapping the gift. Inside the box was a ring and a book. The book was titled Charms and How To Use Them. The ring fit his finger just right. When Ares opened the book, there was some scribbling from Percy inside. Happy 8th birthday my son. You need some luck this year, so make sure to use the ring and the book. Stay strong my Ares.

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