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And then, she found it. The same scroll, frayed at the edges, ink faded in places, but the words still legible. She unrolled it with trembling hands. Yvette Thane, a Nyxorian woman sent in disguise… mated to an Elyrian Delta… twin daughters… betrayal of both kingdoms… disappearance… death. She swallowed hard, her eyes tracing the lines as though reading them for the first time. Her parents had been part of this world. Not peasants. Not unknowns. But central players in a secret history—one buried beneath politics, deception, and war. Her heart pounded. Who else knows?

“I don’t know what’s more shocking.” “What?” “That Kael corrected his teachers…” A pause. “…or that they survived.” Kael pressed a hand dramatically against his chest. “I come down here to uncover the greatest secret in history, and somehow I’ve become the target.” Sera grinned. “You make it so easy.” The laughter faded naturally as Elara turned another page. The ink had faded, but the handwriting remained elegant. She began to read aloud. “To our children, and to every soul who comes after us: if these pages have reached your hands, then history has already forgotten what we fought to protect.”

The ghost just changed hands again. Arthur says, “Read it out loud.” I do. Then silence, Not because we do not understand the words, Because we do. The code phrase isn’t with Nadia. It isn’t in Marian’s papers. It is tied to me, not Elena, not Raymond, me. Nadia looks at me. “What does that even mean?” I don’t answer. Because I already know where my mind is going and I don’t like it. Looking at myself, not my mother, not old letters. Not dead women who thought secrets were inheritance, but me, my body, my name, my history.

Maybe the answers lie within Jamari’s history, or rather her wolf’s past lives. My gaze moves to the book lying hidden under a stack of books on the corner of my desk. The book that I took from the hidden room at the old Church Ruins. The book with the history of Athena and all of her reincarnations. Without thought my hand reaches for the book, pulling it out from under the stack of forgotten books. My fingers move gently over the picture of a beautiful woman dressed in a white toga, golden armor covering her breast, torso, and hips like a second skin. Thigh high golden flat boots covers the woman’s bare legs, the tops moving outwards in the shape of wings.

Suddenly, a rustling of the bushes, and turning around, Arachne reappeared with a small, leather-bound book clutched in her hand. "This is for you," she said, holding out the book. "It's your history, Derek. Your true history." I took the book under a feeling of trepidation and excitement. What secrets would it hold? And what about learning things about myself? I took the book in my hands with some feelings of trepidation mixed with excitement. As I opened the cover, some musty smell came out, and I began flipping through its pages. The text in it was in some very ancient language that I couldn't recognize, but as soon as I touched its pages, something strange clicked-a sort of buzzing in th

*Tanner* The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the estate as I slipped silently through the darkened halls. Tonight was another night of secrets, another night where burdened memories loomed over me like a shadow, urging me toward the hidden chamber. The scent of old parchment mingled with the musk of the damp stone walls as I arrived at my destination. I had come to consult the documents I'd discovered—records that could change everything we had fought for.

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”