Nyx's Pov
The moment I closed the book, my fingers felt restless. My mind was louder than the voices around me.
Lily’s Bloom.
Silver Hollow.
A flower that could heal not just wounds, but the kind of pain that sat deep in the soul.
It sounded like a fairytale… but Miss Elsie had told the story as if she had lived it herself. The way her voice softened when she spoke of Liora’s grief made me believe every word.
I left the library that day with the image of the flower burned into my mind, silver petals curling like ribbons, shimmering in moonlight. It felt almost as if the flower itself was calling me.
When I stepped outside, the air had turned cold. The sun was dipping behind the mountains, and the streets were beginning to empty. I tightened my cloak around me, my boots clicking sof
