《[ IMPRINTS ]》


 THE BEGINNING

    Ren Amano leaned back against the worn-out couch, stretching his arms above his head as he let out a satisfied sigh.


    "Yes! I finally finished binge-watching Eminence in Shadow, Darling in the FRANXX, the Fate series, Gundam, and Knights and Magic. That was nice." He grinned to himself, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him. "I''ve officially completed my break-time anime bucket list, and I still have two weeks left! Truly, I have outdone myself, Ren Amano."


    His grin widened at the thought. His luck had truly been remarkable. His parents had conveniently left for their anniversary vacation, leaving him alone in the apartment for the perfect, uninterrupted binge session. No nagging, no sudden chores¡ªjust him, his shows, and absolute freedom.


    He yawned, running a hand through his messy black hair as he stood up. The dim light in his apartment barely illuminated the scattered empty snack wrappers and energy drink cans littering the floor. His room looked like a war zone of neglect, but he paid it no mind. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, reminding him that he hadn''t eaten in a while.


    Dragging himself into the kitchen, Ren opened the fridge, only to be met with an uninspiring sight: a few expired jugs of milk and nothing else.


    "Tch." He clicked his tongue in frustration. "Of course, I forgot to buy groceries. Just great."


    His stomach growled in protest, urging him to do something about his predicament.


    "Guess I have no choice but to go outside and restock... ugh, but do I really have to?"


    A deep sigh escaped him as he resigned himself to his fate. With heavy steps, he trudged back to his room, picking up some relatively clean clothes and throwing them on. After making himself at least somewhat presentable, he slipped on his shoes and stepped out of his apartment. The moment he did, he squinted against the harsh sunlight assaulting his unadjusted eyes.


    "Damn, it''s bright." He shielded his face with his hand. "Maybe I should go outside more often... nah."


    He plugged in his headphones, letting the familiar rhythm of his favorite songs drown out the world as he made his way to the nearest convenience store. As he walked, he absentmindedly bobbed his head to the music, his thoughts drifting between anime theories, possible next shows to binge, and whether he should pick up some instant ramen or actual ingredients to cook something decent.


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    When he reached the crosswalk, he saw that the pedestrian light had turned green. Without a second thought, he started jogging across the street, eager to finish his errand quickly and return home to continue his anime spree. But something felt... off.


    A distant yet rapidly approaching noise barely registered in his ears¡ªhonking, people yelling¡ªbefore he turned his head slightly, only to see the incoming disaster too late.


    A truck. Speeding. Unstoppable.


    Time seemed to slow as realization dawned on him.


    "Shit¡ª"


    Pain exploded through his body as the truck''s impact sent him flying. Agony lanced through every fiber of his being. He felt his bones shatter, his organs rupture, his body torn apart by the sheer force of the collision. Crimson splattered onto the pavement as he crashed onto the ground like a broken ragdoll.


    His vision blurred, the world fading in and out like a flickering light. The pain was unbearable, yet somehow, his mind still clung to consciousness, albeit barely.


    "Sorry... Mom... Dad... please forgive me..." he mumbled, voice weak, breath shallow.


    Yet, even as he spoke, something gnawed at his mind¡ªan eerie emptiness. Mom and Dad? Who were they? He knew what those words meant, knew he should have memories of them, but... his mind was blank. It was as if the concept of their existence was there, but not the people themselves. A paradox, a contradiction.


    "What... is happening to me?"


    His thoughts spiraled as pain surged anew, his consciousness slipping further. And yet, even in his last moments, an unexpected sense of gratitude filled him.


    "Thank you, Earth, for letting me live here... and thank you, too, to the ones who protect humanity''s myths, dreams, and stories. Thank you to the sun and moon also for enabling us to live and prosper on Earth also."


    His vision darkened, his body growing cold.


    "This is it. The end."


    And yet, as the void closed in, something shifted.


    A sound¡ªethereal, resonant¡ªechoed through the depths of his fading consciousness. A voice? No, not quite. Something more... primal. Something vast and incomprehensible.


    Then, the words came.


    [The entity ''Earth Will,'' XXXXX, is moved by your dedication and sincerity. She is surprised and flustered by your heartfelt words. In response, she has decided to bless you and imprint on your essence.]


    [The entity ''Sun Will,'' XXXXX, is touched by your acknowledgment and sincerity. She blesses you to the best of her power and imprints on your essence.]


    [The entity ''Moon Will,'' XXXXX, has taken a great interest in you. She finds your words fascinating and feels your sincerity. She blesses you and imprints on your essence.]


    Ren barely registered the words. The meaning was distant, vague, something he couldn''t fully grasp in his near-death haze.


    Yet, deep within the fading remnants of his consciousness, something ignited. A spark. A thread of possibility. A shift in fate.


    Then, there was nothing.


    This would mark the end of Ren Amano''s life.


    But it was also the beginning.


    A single moment, an insignificant accident in the grand scheme of existence, yet from it, an ember was lit¡ªone that would grow into a blazing fire. His story, now entangled with forces beyond mortal comprehension, was far from over.


    For in the vast expanse of the cosmos, where myths intertwine with reality and fate is woven by unseen hands, the first steps of something far greater had just begun.

 AVALORIA, LUMIEL

    In a realm separate from the mortal world, within a dimension that ceaselessly expands and contracts upon itself, a woman of unparalleled presence sat upon an ornate chair. The very air around her hummed with an indescribable essence¡ªregality, danger, allure, and something far beyond mere mortal comprehension. She exuded authority, her every movement carrying an effortless grace that could command both fear and reverence. Before her stretched an opulent table, its surface reflecting the shifting cosmos beyond the boundaries of the room.


    She sat in quiet contemplation, lost within the vast rivers of time and fate, until suddenly, a breathtaking smile graced her lips. Her voice, melodic yet commanding, resonated through the space, imbued with an almost divine authority.


    "How intriguing... A soul marked by three distinct concepts, yet guarded by something even I cannot decipher. An anomaly within the weave of destiny, either protected, guided, or perhaps restrained by unseen forces." Her luminous eyes flickered with amusement as she rested her chin upon delicate fingers. "And yet, the soul itself is nothing extraordinary. No remarkable past, no grand accomplishments. How... amusing."


    A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she leaned back. "I could peer through every timeline, every fragment of the past and future, unraveling the mystery with a mere thought. But what fun would that be? No, this will be my new source of entertainment. The last one ended... disappointingly."


    With a final smile, she made her decision. "Let''s begin."


    THE SOUL''S POV


    A blinding light. A sensation of weightlessness. The definitive moment of an ending, yet... I am still here.


    The suffocating embrace of nothingness dissipates, revealing a pristine white room. In its center stands a single table, its presence both commanding and ominous. Opposite me sits a woman¡ªno, a being¡ªof unearthly beauty.


    She is perfection incarnate. Long, flowing platinum hair cascades to the ground, shimmering as if woven from starlight. Her eyes, a striking shade of platinum, glow with an ethereal radiance, vast and unknowable. Her figure is sculpted to an ideal beyond human perception, a vision of elegance that could topple empires with a mere glance.


    Yet, beneath that divine beauty lurks something far more dangerous. A presence so overwhelming, so absolute, that merely existing in its vicinity feels suffocating. The weight of her gaze alone threatens to consume me, shattering the fragile remnants of my sanity.


    I force myself to look away, summoning every ounce of willpower I possess.


    "H-Hello." My voice comes out weak, uncertain. "My name is¡ª"


    Static. Distortion. An unbearable pressure clamps down on my mind. My name. My own name. It should be a simple thing to recall. And yet¡ª


    Why can''t I say it?


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    Panic surges through me. Who am I? I know I should have a name. I know I had a name. But no matter how hard I try to grasp it, it slips through my fingers like grains of sand. My mind is at war with itself, two conflicting realities tearing me apart.


    A soft, melodic chuckle breaks through my spiraling thoughts.


    "Oh my, how delightful," the woman muses, amusement dancing in her radiant eyes. "You truly are an anomaly. How rare."


    Her voice alone soothes my chaotic mind, forcing the storm within me to settle. She leans forward slightly, resting her chin on one hand as she studies me.


    "My name is Avaloria," she continues, her tone both playful and commanding. "I am... someone who oversees certain matters beyond mortal comprehension. And for now, I am the one who has chosen to grant you a new existence."


    My breath catches in my throat.


    "You have been selected for reincarnation," Avaloria states, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. "Not due to merit or achievement, but by sheer luck¡ªand other factors that I won''t spoil just yet. After all, surprises are the spice of life, wouldn''t you agree?"


    I try to process her words, but my mind struggles to keep up. "Reincarnation? A new world...?"


    She nods, smiling. "Indeed. Normally, I would bestow a ''cheat'' ability upon you to ensure a smooth transition. However, it seems your original world has already done so."


    Avaloria''s expression shifts slightly, curiosity flickering across her divine features. "You have been marked by something beyond even my reach. Three concepts entwined with your very essence, and something else¡ªan Arcanna. An enigma even to me."


    She leans back, stretching languidly as if savoring the mystery before her. "So, I will not interfere. Instead, I shall merely enhance what already lies within you, ensuring its compatibility with your new world." Her lips curl into a smirk. "And as for your Arcana... you will have to uncover its secrets on your own."


    I barely have time to react before a radiant magic circle ignites beneath me, engulfing the space in blinding light. My body feels weightless, my very soul being pulled forward.


    "Good luck, little anomaly," Avaloria whispers. "Make things interesting for me."


    Before I can utter another word, my consciousness is consumed by light.


    UNKNOWN POV


    As the soul vanishes, Avaloria rises gracefully from her seat. With a single step, the white expanse around her shifts, melting into a vibrant paradise. Verdant trees sway in an unseen breeze, radiant flowers bloom in endless hues, and the air hums with life.


    At the heart of this ethereal garden, a golden-haired woman lounges upon a lavish porch, an assortment of delicacies spread before her. She turns as Avaloria approaches, her golden eyes shimmering with mischief.


    "Found a new toy?" she teases, her voice carrying a lilting amusement.


    Avaloria smirks as she takes a seat beside her. "Perhaps. He is... different."


    The woman¡ªLumiel¡ªtilts her head, her long golden locks cascading around her like liquid sunlight. "Different, you say?" She hums thoughtfully, taking a delicate sip of tea. "How delightful. I assume you''ve already set things in motion?"


    "Naturally." Avaloria gazes into the ever-shifting horizon. "But listen well, Lumiel. You are not to interfere. Not yet."


    Lumiel''s smirk deepens. "Oh? Guarding your little anomaly so fiercely already? How unexpected." Her golden eyes gleam with curiosity. "Though, I must say, I''m surprised you said ''yet.'' Are you weak now that you have started to compromise?"


    Avaloria meets her gaze, unyielding. "You would have meddled regardless. This is merely a compromise. There will come a time when you and the others will act, but for now, he is off-limits."


    A moment of silence stretches between them before Lumiel sighs dramatically. "Fine, fine. I''ll keep my claws retracted¡ªfor now. But don''t expect our patience to last forever."


    With a final smirk, Lumiel vanishes, leaving Avaloria alone amidst the swaying blossoms.


    She closes her eyes, an enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "Let''s see what you will become... Kaelus Kuon."

 NEW WORLD, REINCARNATED ONE

    "Wake up, sleepyhead. The sun is about to set, and it''s time for you to get up. Are you feeling any better? The local pharmacist said you should be awake by now."


    A voice, soft yet filled with warmth, pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyelids felt heavy, but I forced them open. Instead of the infinite white void I vaguely remembered, I found myself in a dimly lit room. The air carried a musty scent, and the wooden walls showed signs of age and wear. The only sources of light were a single flickering candle mounted on the wall and a small, grimy window that barely let in any evening glow.


    I took a quick scan of my surroundings before focusing on myself. I was lying on a rough mattress placed directly on the wooden floor, covered in thin sheets that barely provided warmth. The room was simple¡ªtoo simple. A wooden chair sat in the corner, a few scattered clothes on the floor, and a rickety dresser that looked like it had seen better days.


    My gaze finally landed on the girl sitting beside me, watching me with a bright smile. She looked around sixteen, with short auburn hair and lively green eyes filled with amusement. Judging by her expression, she was the source of the noise that woke me up.


    I needed information. If this was the usual reincarnation or transmigration scenario, then I had to play along. Feigning amnesia seemed like the best course of action, especially since I was supposedly recovering from an illness.


    "Hello. Who are you? Where am I? Who am I?" I asked, making sure my voice carried the right amount of confusion. If memory loss was expected, I might as well use it to my advantage.


    Her eyes widened briefly before she nodded, as if confirming something to herself. "The pharmacist did mention there could be some memory loss, but nothing too serious. We can help you recover it."


    She took a deep breath and smiled before continuing. "Your name is Kaelus Kuon. You''re fifteen years old and an orphan, living in an orphanage. You were the last of the boys to be chosen for the Awakening Ceremony, which will determine where you belong. There are four of us in the orphanage: me, Ivy Kurt; our eldest sister, Nadine Mayer; second sister, Mira Feit; and you, the youngest. Sister Kat, our caretaker, took us in when we were abandoned here. She''s 87 now, quite old but still taking care of us. Tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday, which means your Ascension Pathway Ceremony will begin. It''s a big day for you, so rest well tonight."


    I processed the information. Kaelus Kuon¡ªthat was my new name. But was this truly reincarnation? Or was it transmigration? I couldn''t be sure yet. For now, I had a place, people who considered me family, and an upcoming event that was clearly significant. The Awakening Ceremony¡ªa defining moment in this world.


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    I was curious about my sisters'' awakenings, but that could wait. Testing my abilities seemed more pressing. I tried to summon my energy, imagining how it worked in the novels I had read. Nothing happened. No surge of power, no warmth in my core. If I had some kind of cheat ability, I had no clue how to activate it.


    Pushing my thoughts aside, I realized my stomach was empty. Prioritizing food over existential questions seemed wise for now.


    "Sure, let''s go, Ivy. I''m starving," I admitted.


    Her eyes lit up, and she jumped up, rushing out as if she had been waiting for those words. With a sigh, I got up and changed into something decent before following her.


    Dining Room


    The dining room door creaked open as I stepped in. The room was modest but lively, with four people already seated around a worn wooden table. As I walked in, Ivy wasted no time in commenting.


    "Did you get a makeover while you were sick? Seriously, why do you look so different? If your skin is this unique, I want it too. Waking up beautiful sounds amazing!"


    Laughter erupted at her remark.


    A young woman, likely eighteen, smirked. "Ivy, even a transformation like that wouldn''t help you."


    "Hey! That was mean, Nadine! I''m still growing!" Ivy huffed.


    More laughter followed until an elderly woman, who I assumed was Sister Kat, gestured for me to sit down. Her presence radiated warmth, like a grandmother watching over her grandchildren.


    "Kael, are you feeling better?" Her voice was gentle yet firm. "The doctor warned us about possible memory loss, but he said this is the best-case scenario."


    "I feel fine now. Aside from the memory loss, I have no other issues. Thank you for taking care of me."


    Sister Kat nodded approvingly. "That''s good to hear. But, on a serious note, how did you change so much?"


    The three girls mirrored her curiosity, their gazes scanning me with suspicion and fascination.


    "Change?" I frowned. I had no idea what they were talking about.


    Mira, the second eldest, leaned forward. "You should check the mirror in the restroom. You might be in for a surprise."


    Following her suggestion, I stood up and walked towards the restroom. As I stepped in front of the mirror, I froze.


    Staring back at me was not my original reflection. My once dark hair was now a striking shade of silver, and my eyes¡ªa deep, ember-like silver¡ªglowed faintly under the candlelight.


    I touched my face, half-expecting it to be an illusion.


    "Well¡­ this is definitely new."


    I turned my hand over, studying my palm, trying to see if there were any strange markings or signs of power. There was nothing. Just the smooth skin of a hand that did not feel entirely like my own.


    Was this the effect of my Awakening? Or something else entirely?


    "Kael?" Ivy called from outside. "Are you alright?"


    I took a deep breath, forcing my thoughts into order. I needed answers, but I wouldn''t find them standing here. I had to move forward.


    "Yeah, I''m fine," I called back before glancing at my reflection one last time. "I guess this is my welcome to the new world."

 CODEX, IMPRINTS

    After taking a moment to reflect on my new appearance, I realized that I looked cool, unique, and undeniably handsome. It was a pleasant surprise, considering how plain-looking I had been in my past life. This transformation felt like an added boon, a parting gift from whatever force had brought me into this world. I doubted this was my body''s original appearance¡ªperhaps it was a side effect of my reincarnation, transmigration, or whatever had happened to me.


    Stepping out of the washroom, I headed toward the dining room, where I was met with curious and concerned expressions.


    "I haven''t noticed anything too unusual," I said, addressing their silent questions. "I have no idea how I changed this much either. Maybe it''s just a side effect of what I went through."


    Trying to brush off their concern, I reclaimed my seat and began eating. Nadine, the eldest among us, soon spoke up, offering a possible explanation.


    "Maybe it''s due to a dormant Imprint in your Codex?" she mused. "I''ve heard that some people experience physical changes after unlocking their Codex. It might be something similar."


    She was trying to rationalize the phenomenon, possibly to ease my mind. I wasn''t particularly panicked, but I appreciated her effort. Before I could respond, Mira interjected.


    "But doesn''t that only happen after someone obtains their first Imprint?" she asked, her brow furrowed in thought.


    "Either way," Nadine said, "we won''t find any answers just sitting here. If you''re not in pain or discomfort, it''s best to let it be for now."


    She returned her focus to her meal, effectively closing the discussion. I glanced at the others, realizing that despite their concern, they weren''t pressing me for answers.


    Feeling guilty for the worry I was causing them, I decided to be honest. "I''m sorry. I know you''re all looking out for me, but I don''t remember anything about you or our past together. It''ll take some time to adjust, but I''ll do my best."


    Silence settled over the table for a brief moment before they all suddenly burst into laughter. I blinked in surprise, utterly lost as to what was so funny. Seeing my bewildered expression only seemed to make them laugh harder.


    Growing slightly annoyed, I demanded, "What''s so funny? What did I say?"


    Still chuckling, Ivy wiped a tear from her eye. "You sounded so formal! Like you were giving a speech or something. It was so serious and cute at the same time."


    Realizing my overly stiff tone had been the source of their amusement, I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I lowered my head, hoping to escape their teasing. To shift the conversation away from myself, I decided to ask something I was genuinely curious about.


    "Can you explain what an Imprint or Codex is? I don''t remember anything about them."


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    Nadine took the lead in answering. "This world runs on Imprints, which are engraved in your Codex. Think of your Codex as a massive book filled with interconnected stories, and your Imprint is the unique story written within it. That''s how it was explained to me, at least. There''s likely more to it, but information like that isn''t easily accessible to people of our status."


    She continued, "You can only awaken your Codex after turning sixteen. The grade of your Codex determines how far you can go in life. Unfortunately, it''s not a private matter¡ªonce your Codex is revealed, people will know your potential, which can be both good and bad. Nobles have access to more discreet awakenings, but commoners don''t. That''s why this ceremony is such a big deal. It''s an opportunity to change your fate."


    She paused, then added, "Of course, it''s not without risks. If your Imprint is powerful or unique, nobles might get jealous. Some resort to murder or worse. Then there are the insane scientists, cultists, and other dark forces who''d love to get their hands on someone with rare abilities. And if you awaken something strong, you''ll likely be forced to fight for the kingdom in times of war."


    I absorbed the information in silence. This world''s system had clear advantages, but the dangers seemed just as prominent.


    "If you''re lucky enough to awaken a rare and high-potential path," Nadine continued, "there''s a chance you''ll be scouted by the Tower de Sanctum. They''ll take note of your abilities and, if accepted, you and your family will be protected. Since the Sanctum isn''t affiliated with any one kingdom, it grants its members independence and opportunities that others could only dream of. But that kind of luck is rare, so I wouldn''t get my hopes up."


    Her words painted a clear picture of how this world functioned. While there was still much I didn''t understand, it seemed that status, power, and survival were closely intertwined with one''s Codex.


    Curious, I asked, "What did you all Imprint during your awakening?"


    Sister Kat was the first to answer. "I awakened the Imprint of ''Janitor''s Sweep'' and a Codex of Tales. The grade of my Codex limited my potential, so I applied for an orphanage job and was assigned here as a caretaker."


    Nadine hesitated before answering. "I¡­ didn''t awaken anything. I wasn''t able to attend the ceremony for reasons I can''t explain right now."


    I wanted to press further, but a glance from Sister Kat told me that it was a sensitive topic. Respecting their silence, I moved on.


    Mira grinned. "I got ''Fisher''s Bounty'' and a Codex of Tales. I guess it makes sense since I love fishing and the ocean."


    Ivy answered next. "I awakened ''Farmer''s Blessings'' and a Codex of Tales. It helps with agriculture, which is why I handle the farm work around here."


    Their responses gave me a better grasp of how the system worked. It seemed that while everyone had a chance at greatness, many were bound by the limitations of their Codex grade. There were still gaps in my understanding, but as they had mentioned, our status meant limited access to knowledge.


    We continued eating, engaging in small talk. From the conversation, I picked up a few important details.


    The kingdom we lived in was called the Cogia Kingdom, ruled by King Luis III Cogia. He had two official sons, numerous bastards, and concubines, but no official queen. The major religion here was the Holy Church of the Broken, a foreign faith that owned and funded most orphanages, including ours.


    While the others expressed gratitude toward the church, I felt no particular reverence. In my past life, I hadn''t been religious, and even now, I remained indifferent. Still, I could appreciate the faith and enthusiasm others had.


    As the conversation wound down, we decided to head to bed, knowing that tomorrow was a significant day for me.


    Lying in my bed, I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing with everything I had learned. This world was filled with opportunities and dangers, and tomorrow would mark the beginning of my journey.


    With those thoughts, I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep, awaiting my big day.

 AWAKENING CEREMONY, IT BEGINS

    I woke up to loud banging on my door. Quickly standing up, I opened it to find Nadine waiting outside.


    "Wake up. It''s time to get ready for your awakening ceremony. You don''t want to be late for your big day, right?" she said, her red eyes gleaming with amusement.


    As I looked at her, I finally noticed just how stunning she was. Compared to the people in my original world, she surpassed most top models with ease. Her black, slightly coiled hair framed her face with effortless elegance, a single mole just beneath her lips adding a touch of allure that made her beauty even more striking. Even in casual wear, she carried an air of sophistication that required no effort.


    Realizing I had been staring, I quickly looked away before I seemed creepy. "I''m sorry, Nadine. Today was the first time I really saw you clearly, so I was just surprised, that''s all."


    She smiled, a breathtaking sight. "I understand, Kael. No need to overthink it. Also, drop the ''sister'' act and formal tone when you talk to us. Just call me Nadine or Nad. Mira is just Mira, and Ivy is just Ivy. We''re family. There''s no need for formality. It only makes us feel distant, and we don''t want that."


    She tapped my shoulder, signaling me to get ready. Taking the hint, I retreated back into my room and prepared myself for the journey ahead. As I changed, I pondered her words. It made sense. Families didn''t address each other so formally. I needed to make things more natural between us.


    Ten minutes later, I stepped out of my room and walked downstairs, where Nadine, Mira, and Ivy were already waiting. They were dressed in casual outfits, standing together in an easy camaraderie.


    "Hey guys, I''m ready now. Let''s go," I said, trying to sound more casual than before.


    As I was about to step forward, Mira grabbed my hand, her lips curving into a teasing grin. "Now that''s just rude, Kael. A gentleman should always compliment the ladies when he sees them. It leaves a good impression, you know?" She leaned in slightly, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Go on, flatter us."


    Taking a moment to think of the best compliment, I finally said, "You all look¡­ uh, really nice. Like faries stepping out of a painting." I cringed. Smooth, Kael, I thought to myself.


    It felt awkward coming out of my mouth, and I braced myself for their reaction. But to my surprise, the compliment had an effect. Mira beamed, Nadine remained indifferent, and Ivy¡ªwell, she seemed quite content with the praise.


    "Oh my, Kael, that was quite sweet. I didn''t know you had such a way with words!" Mira said playfully, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "I bet you''ll be quite the heartbreaker with that charming face of yours. Right, Nadine? Ivy?"


    Ivy looked away, clearly uncomfortable, while Nadine simply let out a small sigh. "Enough of your games, Mira. We have more important things to do than teasing Kael. Let''s get going."


    Sensing the finality in her voice, Mira let me go and straightened herself. Without further delay, we headed out.


    As we stepped outside, the cityscape unfolded before me¡ªa medieval-style scene straight out of a historical fantasy. Horses trotted down cobbled streets, smoke curled lazily from chimneys, and the air was filled with the bustling sounds of merchants shouting, bartering, and townsfolk going about their day. It was lively, vibrant, and filled with an energy I had never experienced before.


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    Observing my fascination, Mira took it upon herself to explain. "I see you''re curious, Kael. Guess that''s natural, considering your lack of memories. Right now, we''re in the Market District of Stel City, located in the southern part of Cogia Kingdom. It''s one of the largest trading hubs in the region, always busy¡ªbut today, it''s even more crowded because of the awakening ceremony. Mira steered me past a spice merchant''s stall, her voice sharpening. "Awakening Day''s the only time gutter rats like us get to rub elbows with nobles. It looks quite fun right?"


    "Yeah, it looks fun. I want to explore it," I admitted, still looking around in wonder.


    She chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Silly boy. You have an awakening ceremony to attend¡ªone that will determine your future. Once that''s done, we''ll bring you back to explore, alright?"


    "Alright, Mira. But you didn''t have to mess up my hair to say that," I muttered under my breath.


    We continued walking through the busy streets until we arrived at a grand cathedral, its towering spires casting long shadows over the bustling square. A long line stretched out from the entrance, people waiting for their turn, the air filled with murmurs and anticipation. The sight of the never-ending queue made me sigh.


    "How long are we going to have to wait? It looks like this line won''t move for hours," I asked Nadine.


    She glanced at me and smirked. "We won''t be waiting. The Holy Church of the Broken grants priority awakenings to those under their care. Since our orphanage is affiliated with them, you get to skip the line."


    Relief washed over me, though I couldn''t help but feel a little guilty. It was unfair to those who had been waiting here for hours. But at the same time, it would be hypocritical to refuse the privilege. This world wasn''t fair, and pretending otherwise wouldn''t change anything.


    Ivy must have sensed my thoughts because she spoke up. "Don''t stress over it too much, Kael. This system has existed long before us. Nothing you do will change it. Besides, think of it this way¡ªmost of the people in that line have parents and a stable life. This is one of the few advantages we orphans get, so take it."


    Ivy''s words were pragmatic, but they settled the storm in my chest. "Right," I muttered. "Let''s go."


    As we walked, their stares burned worse than the sun. I wanted to apologize, to explain¡ªbut what would I say? ''Sorry your life is harder''? Hypocrite. I knew I was also enjoying this priveledge.


    Putting these musing back to myself, we made our way to a side entrance where a priest in a white robe was stationed. As we approached, he held out his hand. "Please show me your badge."


    Nadine reached into her pocket and produced a circular emblem, its surface engraved with strange symbols surrounding a triangle at its center. Nadine placed the badge into the priest''s palm, her scarred wrist twitching. He squinted at the emblem''s triangle¡ªa symbol that felt like a spider on my skin¡ªand grunted approval.


    "You may enter."


    Incense choked the air, masking the iron tang of old bloodstains. The saints in the stained glass glared down, their jeweled eyes tracking my every step. He led us through the cathedral''s grand halls, past rows of intricate stained-glass windows depicting holy figures and ancient battles.


    "You have to wait at the lobby for those who are not actually participating in the awakening ceremony" the guide who was leading us directed this comment to Nadine, Mira and Ivy.


    "We will be waiting here for you Kael. Do not stress yourself n matter what you end up with." Mira siad with both nadine and Ivy nodding to show their agreement.


    "We''ll leave our brother to you then, priest. " nadine said to the guiding priest and then with Mira and ivy they went to the looby. The priest led me deeper into the cathedral''s belly, his robes whispering against stone. Every stained-glass saint glared as we passed.


    Eventually, we arrived at a vast chamber where a massive floating crystal hovered in the center, glowing faintly with an ethereal light. Several priests and priestesses stood around it, along with officials from other departments. At the forefront, an older man¡ªlikely in his forties¡ªwatched us with a keen gaze.


    He gestured toward the raised podium. "Step forward and place your hand on the crystal."


    Taking a deep breath, I approached. My heart pounded in my chest as I extended my hand, pressing my palm against the cool, smooth surface.


    The moment I did, a blinding light engulfed my vision.


    For a heartbeat, three figures flickered¡ªa woman crowned with dying stars, a shadow clutching a shattered sun, and a girl with hollow moonlight eyes. Then... darkness.


    Everything faded away.

 ARCANNA, ELIA

    As the blinding light swallowed me whole, my consciousness unraveled like sand through my trembling fingers. In that moment of utter dissolution, the boundaries between existence and oblivion blurred. I sensed nothing but an overwhelming emptiness¡ªa void that stretched infinitely in all directions, a blank canvas awaiting its first, fateful stroke.


    When I came to, or rather, when I awoke in this strange limbo, I found myself standing in a vast expanse of nothingness. It was a realm neither defined by darkness nor illuminated by light. Instead, it was an endless plain of quiet potential¡ªa silent witness to the birth of something entirely new.


    Before me, as if suspended in the ether, floated three orbs of swirling light. Each orb radiated a distinct hue¡ªone shone with the cool, steady glimmer of blue; another burned with a fierce, passionate red; and the third pulsed with a gentle, luminescent green. They moved in a deliberate, hypnotic dance around a single, imposing object: a book, shaped with uncanny precision and pulsating as though it harbored a life of its own.


    Drawn by a force I could neither understand nor resist, I extended my hand. For a fleeting heartbeat, uncertainty held me back¡ªyet curiosity, insatiable and raw, overpowered caution. The moment my fingertips grazed the book''s cover, a torrent of unfathomable knowledge burst into my mind. The information, sharp and overwhelming, seared itself into every fiber of my being until my head throbbed with the weight of revelations.


    A series of cryptic inscriptions and symbols unfolded before my inner eye:


    [ Codex of Creation ]Known also as the God''s Handbook. A unique artifact that grants the bearer the power to inscribe stories, forge imprints, and alter fate itself.


    My heartbeat thundered in my ears, a frantic drum against the silence of the void. Cold sweat dripped down my spine as the Codex''s pulse synced with my own. The revelation left me breathless¡ªa sacred text delivered at the very moment I teetered on the brink of death. Yet, there was no time for idle wonder. The three orbs, now drawn inexorably toward the Codex, converged and merged into its very essence. The book''s surface shivered as new words began to etch themselves into its ancient pages, as if ink materializing on pristine parchment from some unseen quill.


    With trembling anticipation, I opened the Codex. The text appeared in a solemn, otherworldly script that seemed to resonate with the pulse of the cosmos:


    [ CODEX ]


    Name: Kael


    Race: Human


    Gender: Male


    Codex: Codex of Creation


    IMPRINTS:


    Legacy of the Stars (Progression Stage: Series)Destined to forge a lineage that will intertwine with fate, stars and a long legacy.


    (NOTICE: No family founded.)


    The First Story (Progression Stage: Series)A blank canvas¡ªa soul unbound by predetermined destiny. Your story shall unfold only through the crucible of experience.


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    Codex Spirit (Progression Stage: N/A)By awakening the Codex of Creation in your inaugural trial, you have summoned a unique Codex Spirit¡ªone that exists solely for you.


    ARCANNA (Awaiting Activation)


    Blessing of Earth Will


    Blessing of Sun Will


    Blessing of Moon Will


    [END]


    Questions swirled in my mind¡ªdense and multifaceted, like an incantation half-remembered. Before I could even begin to process these new revelations, a voice emerged¡ªa voice so calm and devoid of human warmth that it seemed to echo from deep within my soul.


    The voice that answered was neither male nor female, a chorus of whispers and static.


    [Designation: Codex Spirit. Primary function: To serve. Secondary function: To survive.]


    [Query: Do you wish to rename this unit?]


    I stiffened, scanning the featureless void for any sign of another presence. Yet there was nothing but that disembodied voice¡ªa spectral sound resonating as if born from the very core of my being.


    "¡­You can speak?" I managed, my voice tentative, the uncertainty in my heart laid bare.


    [ I can. Fear not¡ªI am bound to you. Your death is my death. Trust must be earned, but I ask you to grant me that chance. ]


    Kael blinked. "You sound like a machine."


    [Correction: I am a guide. But a name¡­] For the first time, her voice wavered, almost wistful.


    [A name would make me more.]


    Something in that measured cadence, so oddly sincere, eased the tension that gripped me. My shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, and I dared to press on.


    [ Would you care to name me, Host? ]


    The request struck me like a spark in the darkness. Name it? I closed my eyes in contemplation as the silence stretched. Then, with a clarity that seemed fated, a name surfaced in the depths of my mind.


    "Elia. I''ll call you Elia."


    [ Elia¡­ Thank you, Host. I shall bear this name with pride and serve you to the utmost of my ability. ]


    The voice softened further, as if warmed by the familiarity of a name finally given. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips¡ªa rare moment of solace amid the storm of revelations.


    Gathering courage, I inquired, "Since you''ve alowed me to question, can you tell me¡ªwhat exactly is an Arcanna? And how did I come to possess these three that you mentioned?"


    Elia paused, as though the weight of the question demanded careful thought.


    [Arcanna are not mere powers¡ªthey are covenants,] Elia said, as the Codex flickered to a page titled Arcanna. [To awaken one, you must become its myth. The Earth Will demands sacrifice. The Sun Will demands ambition. The Moon Will demands secrets] she finished with with much tension.


    Each word sank into me like a slow, inexorable tide. The nature of my destiny was shifting in ways I had never imagined.


    "And what about these beings¡ªEarth Will, Sun Will, Moon Will? Who or what are they? And what does it mean when it speaks of ''The First Story''?"


    [ Regrettably, I possess no further data on these entities¡ªtheir nature may well transcend my current authority. As for ''The First Story''¡­ it signifies that you are unbound by fate. No fate thread ties you to a preordained destiny. You must, therefore, carve your path through the crucible of experience. ]


    Her tone turned grave, the gravity of fate unmistakable in every syllable.


    [ If I may offer counsel, Host, consider veiling the truth of your Codex. Refer to it as a Codex of Myths instead of the Codex of Creation. I have also used the bit of my authority to influence the awakening ceremony for it to show a Codex of Myths identification. For your imprint, you can tell them what it is since it is your personal information and no one would ask about that. This subtle renaming may help deflect dangerous attention, and attract the interest of powerful factions¡ªlike the Tower de Sanctum¡ªthat might protect you and your future progeny. ]


    Her advice, so laced with caution and wisdom, resonated deeply. I nodded slowly, absorbing the profound implications of her words.


    "¡­Thank you, Elia. Your guidance is more valuable than you know."


    [ It is my eternal purpose to serve you, Host. ]


    Before I could pose any further inquiries, a sudden, invisible force yanked at my very essence¡ªa vacuum that distorted the space around me. The void trembled and the void fractured like glass, and I fell¡ªbut sideways, reality''s scream clawing at my ears. My hands burned with phantom starlight.


    I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inexorable tide of transformation, knowing that the secrets of the Codex, the dormant Arcanna, and the fact that the fate of me shall be opened to me in the future.

 TOWERS RECRUITER, MERCGHANT LIORA

    When I came to, I was in the exact same position as before. No time had seemingly passed. The crystal before me pulsed with golden light.


    His reaction was immediate¡ªshock, awe, and a flicker of fear. It was well hidden, buried beneath his composed facade, but it was there. His fingers clawed at the Broken Crown pendant like it might anchor him.


    The priest forced a smile that didn''t quite reach his eyes.


    "A Codex of Myths. How... fortunate."


    The word dripped with venom as his fingers rubbed the Broken Crown pendant hanging at his throat.


    "The Church could use a young man of your... potential."


    His confidence was understandable¡ªhe was a priest of the Holy Broken Church, the largest religious order in the kingdom, even if he was of the lower ranks.


    I forced a grin in return.


    "I''ll need time to decide, Father. The Church raised me¡ªI wouldn''t betray their kindness."


    The lie tasted like rusted iron.


    I didn''t like his entitled way of acting nor his so-called ''religion'', but I had to play my part, easing any suspicion.


    "Don''t worry, sir, you have the best chance. The Holy Church of the Broken has cared for me for as long as I can remember, and I don''t forget kindness. I will repay it."


    I softened my tone, adding respect to my words.


    The priest studied me for a moment, then nodded.


    "I am not so shallow-minded, boy. I understand your position. Take your time."


    He leaned closer, his shadow swallowing me whole.


    "My name is Priest Lir. If you need guidance during your enrollment, seek me out."


    With that, he turned and disappeared into the cathedral''s inner chambers. Taking it as my cue to leave, I pushed open the doors and stepped into the hall.


    Nadine, Mira, and Ivy were waiting. They leaned against a cracked marble pillar, their postures tense, with Ivy chewing her thumbnail raw. As soon as they saw me, they waved me over.


    Mira tapped her foot.


    "Well?"


    "I''m done with the awakening." I exhaled.


    Ivy beamed.


    "What did you awaken, Kael? I''m really curious! But don''t worry, even if it''s not strong, we''ll still support you."


    Mira smirked.


    "Little Kael, keeping us waiting isn''t very polite."


    Nadine simply met my gaze.


    "So? What was it?"


    I hesitated. Should I tell them the truth? Not here. Not yet.


    "Codex of Myths," I finally said. "The priest also tried recruiting me into the Church."


    Surprise flickered across their faces. Excitement. Hope.


    Mira recovered first and whistled.


    "Would you look at that? I expected something like a Codex of Tales, maybe something a little higher, but this? You''re full of surprises, little Kael."


    "Sister Kat will be thrilled!" Ivy clapped her hands. "Let''s tell her right away!"


    We all nodded, ready to leave¡ªuntil we were interrupted.


    A girl with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes approached us. She wore the uniform of Tower De Sanctum.


    "Pardon the interruption," she said, her tone crisp but polite. "I am Vera Ellar, from the Tower''s recruitment department. May I have a moment of your time?"


    She handed me a small card with her details¡ªlike a business card but marked with the Tower''s emblem.


    I studied her carefully.


    "Is something wrong?"


    "Not at all." She smiled. "I am here to extend an invitation. The Tower would love to have someone of your potential among our next batch of students. You will receive a letter in the coming days to confirm your interest. There will be no pressure¡ªwe do not force or persuade, only offer opportunity."


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    I nodded.


    "I appreciate the Tower reaching out. I''ll look forward to the letter."


    Vera shook my hand, then turned and left with her group.


    Mira chuckled.


    "Well, well. That was unexpected."


    "Yeah¡­ I didn''t think I''d be this lucky," I admitted.


    As we walked back home, the bustling Stel City Market came into view. The market swallowed us whole¡ªa cacophony of haggling vendors and clattering carts. Cinnamon and clove bit the air, undercut by rot.


    Mira flicked my ear.


    "Hello? Future ImprintWeaver? Still with us?"


    I blinked.


    "Sorry, got distracted."


    "No worries!" Ivy grinned. "We promised to take you exploring after your awakening, remember? Think of it as a celebration."


    They each took a hand and pulled me into the market.


    And then I bumped into someone.


    She stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. I immediately reached out to steady her.


    "I''m so sorry! Are you okay?"


    Her skin was cold to the touch.


    She dusted herself off, nodding.


    "Yeah, I should''ve been paying more attention too."


    She glanced at us.


    "I was in a rush."


    She straightened, offering a small smile.


    "Let me start off with introductions. My name is Liora Lamt. I''m a merchant visiting Stel City for the awakening ceremonies. I''m seventeen, and you look like you are in my age group, so we''re probably around the same age. No need for formalities. I am a bit of an opportunist, which is the main reason I came to Stel City during the awakening ceremony time where the Market is at its best to find some opportunities and ways to make a profit, and an occasional disaster."


    "Kindred spirit," Nadine said, directing it at Mira, who snorted.


    I nodded.


    "Kaelus Kuon, but just Kael is fine. I turned sixteen today."


    I gestured to my sisters.


    "They took me to my awakening ceremony and are now taking me to explore the market since I haven''t ecplored it before."


    Liora chuckled.


    "Congratulations on your awakening! A small piece of advice¡ªdon''t put too much weight on your result. Being an ImprintWeaver is great, but it''s not the only path. Look at me. I''m a merchant. It may not put me at the top, but it keeps me fed, clothed, and well-connected. Profit opens doors, and sometimes, coins open more doors than magic."


    Ivy stepped forward, fists clenched.


    "ImprintWeavers are heroes¡ª"


    "Heroes starve like the rest of us."


    Liora hoisted her silks, preparing to leave.


    "Just a thought. They can be praised, but they can still get hungry."


    She was quite philosophical for her age and gave great advice, but I really didn''t need it. She assumed I''d failed, that my sisters were trying to cheer me up. The advice was to help me see the good side of other options. I decided to correct her to reduce her embarrassment.


    "Actually, my awakening went pretty well. I even got recruited."


    Liora stiffened.


    "Oh. Well¡­ that''s embarrassing." She rubbed her neck. "Forget my unsolicited wisdom."


    "It was good advice." I smiled. "And I owe you a favor for it. So, what''s the rush about?"


    She hesitated.


    "I''m looking for my aunt. My mother told me she lives in Stel City. I thought this would be my chance to find her."


    Something in me stirred.


    "Where does she live? And her name? I might be able to help."


    Mira leaned in, smirking.


    "Oh? Flirting already, Kael? I didn''t know you had it in you."


    "It''s not like that," I muttered.


    "Yeah, he''s not flirting," Ivy said, her usual cheerfulness absent.


    Mira raised an eyebrow.


    "Oh? Someone sounds jealous."


    Ivy tensed. Before she could argue, Liora cut in.


    "It''s fine. No need to stress over me."


    "Actually," Mira mused, "this could be fun. A little side adventure."


    Liora sighed, then rummaged through her bag. A folded cloth slipped from her bag. Sister Kat''s name stared up at me in frayed embroidery.


    I read the name stitched onto it¡ªand froze.


    Katherine Eir.


    Sister Kat. The caretaker of our orphanage.


    Mira''s jaw dropped.


    "What? No way! What are the odds?!"


    Liora looked at us, confused.


    "What? What''s wrong?"


    I exhaled.


    "Your aunt¡­ is our caretaker."


    Her eyes widened.


    "Are you serious?! My aunt?!!"


    "Dead serious," Nadine muttered. "This¡­ is unexpected."


    Liora''s shock melted into excitement.


    "Can you take me to her? I have a message from my mom."


    Liora fell into step with us. She pointed at the silk.


    "It''s a shawl. My mom made it for her, back when they were kids."


    "We''ll give it back." Ivy grinned. "She''ll love it."


    Nadine took the lead.


    "Let''s go. Sister Kat is in for quite the surprise."

 HOLY CHURCHS WARNING, DEATH

    The journey back to the orphanage was a blur of cobblestone streets and fading sunlight, the air thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and chimney smoke. Liora walked beside me, her silver hair catching the amber glow of dusk, while Nadine led the group with her usual quiet intensity. Mira and Ivy trailed behind, their laughter sharp and bright¡ªa brittle contrast to the unease coiling in my gut.


    "You''re quieter than you were before, future ImprintWeaver," Liora remarked, glancing at me sidelong. Her voice was light, but her eyes held a flicker of curiosity.


    I shrugged it off while starting to focus on the journey. "Just thinking about the ceremony. The priest''s offer¡­ it felt off."


    "The Holy Church always wants something," Nadine muttered without turning around. "They don''t recruit. They collect. The boys that were living in the orphanage before you were all collected one day after their awakening, and we never heard from them again."


    Mira snorted. "Since when did you become a theologian, Nad? Next you''ll be quoting scripture."


    "Since they started eyeing Kael like a prize pig," Nadine shot back, her tone icy but filled with protectiveness.


    Ivy tugged at Mira''s sleeve, her cheerful facade lightening the mood. "Do you think Sister Kat made honey cakes? She promised if Kael awakened something good!"


    "When," Mira corrected, ruffling Ivy''s hair. "Not if. Our little Kael''s destined for greatness. Right, Liora?"


    Liora''s smile didn''t reach her eyes. "Destiny''s a fickle tailor. It weaves as easily as it unravels."


    The banter died as we reached the city''s edge, where the clamor of Stel City faded into the rustle of wind through birch trees. The orphanage loomed ahead, its wooden walls weathered but sturdy, the garden Sister Kat tended now overgrown with twilight shadows. A crow cawed from the rooftop, its beady eyes tracking our approach.


    Ivy froze first.


    "Do you¡­ feel that?" she whispered, clutching the ends of her clothes tightly, like she was afraid of some horror. Her knuckles whitened from the pressure she exerted while holding the fabric.


    "Feel what?" I frowned, scanning the empty porch. It seemed normal to me, so I couldn''t understand what warranted the expression Ivy was wearing. Though there were some changes¡ªno creak of rocking chairs, no smell of rosemary bread, just silence¡ªI still didn''t think it warranted her dread.


    Nadine drew her dagger from where she''d hidden it, the blade glinting like a shard of ice. "Stay behind me."


    Liora arched a brow. "Dramatic, aren''t we?"


    "Sister Kat always greets us," Ivy insisted, her voice trembling. "Always. Even that time Mira set the kitchen on fire."


    Mira glared but didn''t argue. I guess that was one of her embarrassing pasts she wanted to hide.


    Nadine motioned for silence and crept forward, her boots barely disturbing the gravel. I followed, my pulse thundering in my ears. The orphanage door hung slightly ajar, a sliver of darkness gaping like a wound.


    The first thing I noticed was the smell¡ªiron and rot, cloying and wrong.


    "No," Ivy gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth.


    Sister Kat lay sprawled on the hearth rug, her white hair fanned out like a halo. The Broken Crown sigil¡ªa circle split by a jagged line¡ªhad been carved into her palm, the blood long dried to rust. Her eyes were open, staring at nothing.


    ''This is my fault.'' This was the thought that popped into my head.


    The thought struck like a hammer. Priest Lir''s oily smile flashed in my mind. ''The Church raised me¡ªI wouldn''t betray their kindness.'' My awakening, my Codex of Myths¡ªhad I painted a target on her back? A jagged fragment of memory surfaced, likely from before I''d gained consciousness in this body. Laughter, tears, and all the interactions with Sister Kat flooded me with intense emotions.


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    I staggered, gripping the doorframe.


    "Kael?" Liora''s hand steadied me. "Breathe."


    Mira staggered against the wall, retching. Nadine knelt, her dagger clattering to the floor as she pressed two fingers to Sister Kat''s throat. A futile gesture.


    "Who¡­?" Ivy choked out, tears streaking her face.


    Liora hovered in the doorway, her face eerily calm. "The Holy Church," she said softly. "They leave that mark on traitors."


    "Traitors?" I echoed, my voice hollow. I didn''t understand how Sister Kat was a traitor to them.


    "Those who defy their ''divine will.''" Liora''s gaze drifted to the mantel, where Sister Kat''s journal lay open. A single page was torn out.


    I still didn''t understand. Just because they, for some fucked-up reason, believed she''d betrayed their divine will? It flared and angered me so much. I punched the closest wall, yelling, "Why the hell?!" My knuckles split, blood smearing the wood.


    Nadine stood abruptly, her composure splintering. "We need to go. Now."


    "Go?" Mira hissed. "We can''t just leave her¡ª"


    "They''ll be back," Nadine snapped. "Or do you want to join her?"


    Ivy whimpered, clutching my arm. "Kael, please¡­"


    But I couldn''t move. Sister Kat''s face swam in my vision¡ªher laugh lines, the scar on her cheek from a long-ago kitchen accident, the way she''d hum lullabies while stitching our clothes. Gone.


    A cold hand gripped my shoulder.


    "Grieve later," Liora murmured, her breath grazing my ear. "Right now, you need to survive."


    We fled into the forest, the orphanage burning behind us¡ªNadine''s doing. "No evidence," she''d said, her voice dead. "No proof."


    Ivy sobbed into Mira''s shoulder as we ran, branches clawing at our clothes. Liora moved like a ghost, her steps silent, her eyes scanning the trees.


    "Where are we going?" I panted.


    "Somewhere they won''t find us," Nadine said.


    "They who?" Mira demanded.


    But Nadine didn''t answer.


    By midnight, we reached a crumbling watchtower, its stones veiled in ivy. Ivy collapsed against a wall, exhaustion overriding grief. Mira crouched beside her, humming a shaky lullaby.


    Liora approached me, holding out Sister Kat''s journal. "You should take this."


    I flinched. "Why?"


    "Because," she said, her gaze piercing, "the missing page? It had your name on the little part left on it."


    Nadine whirled, her dagger raised. "How do you know that symbol? How do you know any of this?"


    Liora didn''t flinch. "The Broken Crown isn''t just a threat. It''s a message. A warning." Her voice hardened. "My family was murdered by the Holy Church when I was twelve. My father spoke against their doctrines¡ªcalled them ''parasites in holy robes.'' They slaughtered my parents and carved that same sigil into our door. I hid under the floorboards. Listened to them die."


    The air thickened. Ivy''s sobs quieted.


    "Why tell us now?" Nadine hissed.


    "Because you''re not the only ones they''ve hunted." Liora''s composure cracked, revealing raw fury. "And because Kael''s awakening is the reason they came. But it''s not his fault. The Church fears what they can''t control. And they also had a need for someone of Kael''s potential if they went this far." She turned to me, her tone softening. "You didn''t choose this. You''re not at fault or the cause. They did, and they are at fault."


    She was right, but it still hurt. It made my heart ache.


    "We can''t stay here," Liora said. "The Church will track you. Come to my village. It''s isolated. Safe. For you all, for now."


    Mira scoffed. "And why should we trust you?"


    "You shouldn''t," Liora said flatly. "But you''re out of options."


    Nadine sheathed her dagger, her glare lingering on Liora. "If you betray us, I''ll kill you myself."


    "Understood."


    Ivy fell asleep first, curled like a child against Mira. Nadine kept watch at the tower''s slit window, her silhouette sharp against the moon.


    Liora settled beside me on the cold stone floor. "You''re still blaming yourself."


    I stared at the journal in my hands. "Aren''t I supposed to?"


    "Guilt is a luxury," she said. "One we can''t afford right now."


    "You sound like Nadine."


    "She''s right. Survival first. Mourn later." Liora hesitated, then touched my wrist. "But surviving doesn''t mean forgetting. It means fighting to remember. To be able to do something when the opportunity arrives."


    Her fingers were cold, but the gesture steadied me. "Why help us?"


    Her thumb brushed the inside of my wrist¡ªa fleeting, deliberate motion. "Let''s call it¡­ mutually assured destruction. The Church wants us both dead. Besides, my aunt took care of you for all her life. Even if I don''t know her¡ªor you all¡ªtoo well, I did hear much about her from my mom. This is what she would''ve wanted me to do."


    "Poetic and kind too."


    "I''m a merchant. I prefer ''pragmatic.''" A ghost of a smile. "Rest, Kael. Tomorrow''s a long journey."


    She moved away, leaving me with the weight of her words¡ªand the ghost of her touch.


    Dawn bled through the trees as we left the tower. Ivy clung to Mira, her eyes red-rimmed but dry. Nadine marched ahead, her distrust of Liora etched into every stride.


    Liora fell into step beside me, her voice low. "The village is three days'' walk. We''ll need supplies."


    "I''ll hunt," Nadine called without turning.


    "I''ll help," Liora said.


    Nadine''s scoff was answer enough.


    "Let''s pick up the pace, guys," Mira said, hoisting Ivy onto her back. "We''ve got a village to get to."