The Draconian Woman. Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two – The First Author The hidden door opened without a sound. It did not swing inward or slide aside. It simply ceased to exist, dissolving into thousands of tiny particles of light that floated lazily through the immense halls of the Archive before vanishing into the darkness above. No one spoke. Even Emma, who usually filled every uncomfortable silence with humor, remained motionless. Liora was the first to move. She took one slow step toward the opening, her eyes fixed on the darkness beyond. "It's awake," she whispered. The Guardian tightened his grip on his staff. "I prayed I would never hear those words again." Serakha looked from one to the other. "What exactly has awakened?" The old Guardian hesitated. His expression carried something Serakha had never seen before. Not fear. Regret. "The first person who ever learned that stories could shape reality." Emma frowned. "You mean... the first writer?" The Guardi...