Chapter 15: The Thread’s Warning
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The golden thread pulsed against Sienna’s fingers, warm and alive, as if carrying whispers from a time long forgotten. The moment she touched it, a rush of emotions flooded through her—grief, longing, hope.
She stumbled back, gasping.
Darian caught her by the arm. “Sienna! What’s wrong?”
She barely heard him. Images flickered through her mind like pages flipping in the wind. A city bathed in golden light. Voices raised in song. A woman standing at the heart of it all, holding a book bound in silver.
Then—darkness.
The light shattered.
The city crumbled.
A voice, distant yet familiar, whispered in her mind. You must remember… before it’s too late.
Sienna snapped back to the present, her breathing ragged.
Darian looked worried. “Talk to me. What did you see?”
She swallowed hard. “I… I don’t know. It felt like the city was trying to show me something. Like a memory.”
The Guardian watched her in silence. Then he spoke, his voice grave. “You have taken a piece of the city’s past into your hands. Be warned—memories do not rest easily.”
Sienna tightened her grip on the thread. “What does that mean?”
The Guardian did not answer. Instead, he raised his glowing blade and drew a single line in the air. The moment he did, the golden monument pulsed once—then dimmed, its light fading into the ruins around them.
A deep, shuddering silence filled the air.
Darian tensed. “That didn’t sound good.”
The Guardian lowered his blade. “The city has given you what you seek. Now, you must leave.”
Sienna exchanged a glance with Darian. He nodded, and together, they turned away from the courtyard.
But just as they stepped past the threshold, the ground beneath them trembled. A low, haunting wail echoed through the ruins.
Sienna froze. “What was that?”
Darian pulled her forward. “We’re leaving. Now.”
She didn’t argue.
They ran through the mist, their footsteps quick and unsteady. The ruins seemed to close in around them, the whispers growing louder, more desperate.
They know.
She holds the thread.
It has begun again.
Sienna clutched the glowing strand tighter, her heart pounding.
Whatever she had taken from this city… someone—or something—was coming for it.
And they weren’t going to let her leave without a fight.
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