The Return of the Novice

ancient stone and towering spires, its streets winding like the passages of time. Emily stood at the edge of the ancient library-the very place where her journey

and Temple-a decision that had not come without consequences. The echoes of that decision haunted her every step. Though she had walked away from the life of a novice, she had never truly escaped the

d different now, as though the very fabric of reality had shifted. She could no longer shake the feeling that something-someone-was waitin

came th

er chain to bind her to the past she had left behind. But curiosity had gotten the better of her. When

me of the Recko

ld ignore the letter, could pretend she hadn't seen it, but deep down she knew that the time to run was over. The world was calling her bac

dark and dangerous, and Emily co

once offered her knowledge, safety, and a sense of belonging now felt like a cage. But as much as she feared what

in the wind. Emily's fingers curled around the letter, now crumpled in her hand. As she walked through the grand doors, the familiar scent of ink and parchment greeted

ut it wasn't the books that called her here-it was the hidden truth that lay buried beneath the Temple's stone floors

nce eagerly awaited the teachings of the Order. Back then, she had believed that knowledge was the key to everything. But no

e who had shaped her. But more than anyone, she remembered the Master-the one who had guided her, who had taught her the ways of the Order, and who had made her b

a source of comfort and now served as a haunting reminder of the lies she had

, they felt like a curse. The future of the Order? Or the fu

ar, leading into a deeper section of the library that Emily had never dared to enter. It was said to be the heart of the library,

r was thick, charged with an unseen power. And then, as though a forc

and scarred by time. The books on these shelves were bound in dark leather, their titles too ancient to be read. As Emily stepped into the room, a sense o

e saw it-a small, unmarked book lying on a pedestal in the center of the room. It seemed out of place among the others,

elt cold, as though it had been waiting for her. She opened it carefully,

and with it, the awake

before. The Reckoning. The lost heir. And then,

Raven