Chapter 10: The Last Dreamweaver
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Aurora stared at the glowing mark on her palm, her breath shallow.
The last Dreamweaver.
It didn’t make sense. She wasn’t special. She had never wielded magic before—never even believed in it. But the evidence was burned into her skin, undeniable and glowing like a brand of fate.
Celeste peered at the mark, eyebrows raised. “So… does this mean we bow to you now? Or—”
Lysander groaned. “Not the time, Celeste.”
Darius ignored them both. His gaze was locked on Aurora, something unreadable in his silver eyes. “This changes everything.”
Aurora swallowed hard. “What does it mean?”
Darius hesitated. “It means the Shadeborn will come for you. The same way they came for the others.”
Aurora’s stomach twisted. “The others?”
Darius’s jaw tightened. “Dreamweavers were hunted. Slaughtered. Their power was too great, too dangerous in the wrong hands. If the world finds out you exist…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.
Aurora’s pulse pounded in her ears.
Celeste crossed her arms. “So, what you’re saying is, she’s basically got a target on her back.”
Darius nodded grimly. “A very large one.”
Lysander sheathed his sword, exhaling sharply. “Great. Just what we needed. More people trying to kill us.”
Aurora took a shaky breath. “Then what do we do?”
Darius glanced at the ancient book in her hands. “First, we figure out what’s inside that.”
The book felt warm against her fingers, its pages humming with unseen power.
Aurora hesitated, then carefully opened it.
The air in the chamber shifted. The walls pulsed with energy as if the entire ruin was breathing. Symbols glowed faintly along the pages, shifting before her eyes, rearranging themselves into words she somehow understood.
“To the Dreamweaver who bears this mark, you are the last. The cycle begins and ends with you.”
Aurora’s breath hitched.
Lysander frowned. “What does it say?”
She swallowed. “It’s… it’s talking to me.”
Celeste leaned closer. “Creepy.”
Aurora turned the page. More words appeared.
“The world has forgotten what you are. But the darkness has not. You hold the key to what was lost.”
Darius stiffened. “A key?”
Aurora kept reading.
“You will be hunted. You will be feared. But you cannot run from what you are. The past is calling, and you must answer.”
The moment she finished reading, the book glowed—blinding, golden light bursting from its pages.
Aurora gasped as visions flooded her mind.
A city, burning.
A woman, standing against the darkness, golden light flaring from her hands.
A voice, whispering her name.
And then—nothing.
She collapsed to her knees, panting.
Darius knelt beside her. “What did you see?”
Aurora clenched the book, her body still trembling from the vision.
“I think… I think this book is showing me the past.” She looked up at them, her voice barely a whisper.
“And I think I was meant to finish what the Dreamweavers started.”
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