POV Amethyst
The atmosphere in the office was electric, a fine mist of dust still settling over the mahogany desk where the ancient maps lay pinned beneath brass weights. Jackson and I hadn’t moved since our discovery; we were staring at the "Whispering Valley," our minds racing with the implications of a river that flowed through a void. It was a geographic impossibility—a tear in the world that we were only now beginning to see.
The heavy oak doors swung open with a violent bang, the iron hinges groaning under the force. Jessie and Gemma hurried in, their faces pale and their eyes wide with a frantic sort of clarity. Behind them, Beta Ethan and Serena followed, their expressions tight with the kind of concern that only comes when the world is about to shift beneath your feet.
"We foun
