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she had said. 'What is this important thing you're looking for anyway?' I cringe when I hear Fareedah's unnaturally loud voice, and Quain ducks like he has been shot. 'Keep your bloody voice down,' he snarls, rubbing the bruised side of his face. Fareedah grits her teeth. 'I'm a wolven, Quain. I've killed more things than you'd think, and gods know I'd be more than willing to take a beast life or two at the moment,' she snarls back. He scoffs but goes on walking, his back slightly straighter this time. 'It's a book,' Saelyna says. 'A book?' 'It sounds….less important when I say it out loud'. 'And this…book did not come to your knowledge sooner?' 'No,' Saelyna replies with a thoughtful frown,

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~Ginevra~ I wonder where Anabel always goes every day. She left me again today. I was bored. Phoenix couldn’t even lift my spirit today. At least, it can’t talk like humans do. I headed to Emiliano’s room. Phoenix followed me behind. I opened the door and walked to the shelf side. I picked the “Wandering Falcon” book to read. I have always been throwing away my face from the book since I told myself I was going to read it. I never found the chance to. Now boredom pushed me back to it. Phoenix wandered across the room. I was done in the room and headed out. Phoenix was standing close to the closet, sticking its head under it.

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I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

It wasn’t a big smile, but it was enough. I helped him sit up and adjusted the pillows behind us, making sure he was comfortable. Then I opened the old storybook with its worn cover and bent pages—one of his favorites. “Ready?” I asked, brushing his hair from his forehead. He gave a small nod, his eyes already on the pages. “Once upon a time,” I began, my voice low and gentle, “in a land far, far away, there lived a brave young prince.” His lips curved into a faint smile, and he rested his head against my chest.

He nodded and kicked his destrier into a gallop, and he rode straight to the Bellamont dwelling. *** Fara had spent the day catching up on reading the books her uncle had never allowed her to read. After examining Utopia, she began to think about society and how chaotic the haute monde really was. Why was she always coerced into doing the right thing because of social norms? Though her relationship with Grant was less than conventional, it was the only thing in her life she felt she had any decision about at all.

He closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess, thanking her for giving him Ayla, the woman who had brought nothing but light into his dark life. He prayed too for everlasting peace. For his family. For his people. But far away, in lands unknown, another enemy was already plotting. The Dominion Lunaris palace was stronger now, its walls secured. But even the strongest walls could not keep away fate forever. For now, peace remained. And the King, with pride in his heart, held on to hope that love and light would always win. THE END OF PART ONE.

It was not a forbidden scripture. It was a children’s storybook. Its cover was made of worn leather, and its once colorful illustrations had faded. Rayden recognized it. He recognized the illustration style. It was a book from the mortal world. With slightly trembling hands, he leaned forward to read the title. As he read it, the air in his lungs felt ripped away. “The Adventures of the Light Knight and the Star Princess.” A chill colder than any ice surged through his entire body. That book the very same book his mother used to read to him and Raelyn every night before bed. The story of a knight who journeyed to the ends of the world to save a princess whose light had been stolen.

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.