Absolutely! I’ll continue the chapter from where you left off, focusing on Faith getting absorbed by the magic books until her father intervenes:
But it seemed this library had a mind of its own. The moment I opened the old book, it was as if the room itself was guiding me, pulling me deeper into the stories of the past. The pages of this book took my full and undivided attention, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The words seemed to come alive, each story painting vivid pictures in my mind, bringing the forgotten people of this castle back to life.
After a long while, one book became two. I found myself reaching for another volume on the shelf, drawn to the faded, gilded lettering that hinted at magic long lost. The second book spoke of elemental magic—the very kind my father wanted me
