scrolls of the eternal one
254 Words
They traveled east, following a path etched into Ariah’s memory — not because she’d seen it before, but because the Voice within whispered it like a song her soul had always known.
Beyond the Valley of Silence lay the Ravenspire Cliffs, where mountains cracked open to reveal a deep gorge, known only in legends as the Place of First Flame. The air grew cooler, sharper. The terrain jagged. Even the birds circled higher, afraid to perch.
“We’re not the first to seek the Eternal One here,” Jalen said. “But few return. The cliffs aren’t guarded by beasts. They’re guarded by truth.”
Ariah tightened the grip on her cloak.
“If truth guards this place,” she said, “then we have nothing to fear.”
The entrance to the temple was hidden behind a waterfall.
They found it at dusk — the sound of rushing water masking their footsteps. Behind the veil of mist stood a crumbling stone arch covered in unfamiliar markings. But when Ariah raised her wrist, the mark glowed, and the symbols shifted into readable words:
“The Word was with us… and we forgot it.”
She stepped through.
The temple was massive — far larger than it appeared from outside. Columns reached into the dark above, and at its center sat a stone pedestal, untouched by time. Around it, thousands of scrolls were stacked in shelves carved from glowing crystal.
Mira let out a breath. “This is… holy ground.”
They stepped forward reverently.
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