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doubted, she couldn’t. She couldn’t afford to.Alison stood beside her, her face calm but her eyes intense. “You’ve come this far, Timbre,” she said softly, her voice carrying an edge of urgency. “You’ve awakened something that hasn’t stirred in centuries. The ancestors chose you for this. You were meant to break the curse.”“But at what cost?” Timbre asked, her voice a whisper. “If I do this, if I give up the power...what will be left of me?”“You will still be you,” Alison assured her, though there was a flicker of doubt even in her ancient eyes. “The power doesn’t define you. You define the power. Whether you have it or not, you are still strong. And you are still connected to him.”Timbre g

At that exact moment, the doors to the sanctum were thrown open. Aresios and the Elder Titan Oceanus stood in the doorway, their faces grim. Several lower-ranking gods followed close behind. "What happened here?!" the Elder Titan Oceanus demanded, his voice sharp. The divine pressure of an ancient ocean washed over me, nearly suffocating me. Cassia threw herself into Aresios's arms, weeping. "Aresios! My divine soul... quick, look at our daughter! I just saw Elara chanting those vile mortal curses at our child..."

Through the translucent obsidian walls of the inverted spire, deep within the hollow core where the massive iron chains converged, something was moving. It wasn't machinery. It wasn't brass. It was a vast, undulating mass of pale, calcified bone and ancient, dormant flesh—a monstrous, forgotten titan from the age before the Great Divide, its massive chest rising and falling in a slow, agonizing breath that had been fed for three centuries by the blood of the north. The Council hadn't been draining our people to power a war machine. They had been keeping the titan asleep. And now, with the blood-siphon broken and our sovereign fire flooding the ancient matrix, the titan's eyes—massive, multi-

“Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!” Cold rage spread instantly through my chest. “I never gave that order.” The hallway suddenly became quiet. Mira froze. Then footsteps approached from behind her and Mora appeared at the staircase looking equally disturbed. “You didn’t give that command?”

Self-destruction. But nowhere in any of the texts could I find a single mention of someone breaking the curse. Of someone surviving it. By the time evening rolled around my eyes were burning from reading the old script. My head is pounding from trying to piece together centuries of information. And my hands are shaking from too much coffee and not enough food. Tormund finally closed the last book. Rubbed his face with both hands. "We've found the pattern. Found the history. But we're no closer to finding a cure."

I was left alone in the room so I went out and went to the library to look for signs. The library is too big and there are many few books. I honestly don't know where to start reading. So I picked up a few books about titans all over Wysteria. I know there is something like this in Valeria too but maybe I missed reading something because I just didn't pay attention. I immediately put the book down and started reading. All those listed there are familiar Titans we've met before. I have changed several books but I still can't find anything that can help in finding the clue.

THE MOON CURSE Death…… She had no idea if it was just her, but Shirley could feel she could hear death's voice. Feel it hovering in the atmosphere, with its sharp claws and fangs looking for the next person to take along with her. She had felt it that night, a few weeks ago, minutes before her best friend died. Anita……

That goddess awful screeching started up again, but this time it was so much louder, which only meant it was closer. “Keep going. We have to get out of sight before it sees us,” Titan urged me; he actually nipped at my heels to get me moving faster. He would pay for that one later, and he knew it. “Quick in here; I pulled the door open and ran through. Only to be greeted with a large grand-looking library. Not the corridor leading to the archives. “What the?” “Well shit, the Archives are made of magic from the waking world; it wouldn’t work here, meaning it wouldn’t reflect here” Titan hung his head.

The witch had said nothing about me, after all. Elora. She’s another problem entirely. I test the stairs, making sure I’m not about to fall through before making my way to the second floor. My father’s study lay just at the end of the hall. I can feel a chill in the air, as if his ghost haunts it still. He had collected hundreds of books on our history, as well as the Wyres, searching for clues on how to end the dreaded curse our family had forced onto our pack. Our people didn’t know it had been my ancestor that had forced us into the wilderness. Just another little secret I’d kept to myself. But my family had spent hundreds of years trying to rectify the problem our ancestor had caused.