Chapter 61: Threads of Rebirth
Aria’s POV
As I carefully opened the old book I had taken from the renegade leader's hideout, the moon shone silvery over the clearing, high above the forest canopy. Under my fingers, the pages crumpled like withered leaves, their surface speckled with mysterious markings and runes. After weeks of collecting enough tidbits of knowledge to even find this book, I was finally holding it.
I felt deep down that these frail pages held the answers I was looking for. Responses to the torrent of turmoil that followed me everywhere, my rebirth, and my broken connections.
Beside me, I lighted a solitary candle, and the woodland floor was covered with shadows from its flickering light. As I read aloud, assembling the pieces of an old ritual that had cost me my first
