The Draconian Woman. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight – The Children of the First Timeline The Archive was changing. Not slowly. Not gently. The enormous halls had become a storm of light. Thousands of crystal spheres floated through the air, spinning rapidly as if caught inside an invisible current. Doors opened and closed by themselves. Shelves moved across the vast chambers. Ancient symbols flashed upon the walls and disappeared before anyone could read them. Somewhere far above them, the Story Tree was calling. Not with words. With memory. Serakha stood beneath its branches, the Pen glowing in her hand. She could still feel the forgotten timeline inside her. Three crimson moons. Silver forests. The ancient Draco cities. The children escaping through the first timeline gate. And one promise. She looked at Liora. "You were one of them." Liora didn't answer immediately. She looked toward the roots of the Tree. "Yes." Emma stepped closer. "One of the children?" Liora nodded. "How...