Secrets

The sound of the rain. Had disappeared. But Lya felt. As if a storm had begun. Inside her. A whirlwind of uncertainties and emotions. Colliding. Like thunder. Inside her chest. Her heart beat. In an irregular rhythm. And every thought. Seemed like a gust of wind. Pushing her. In opposite directions. It was as if. An invisible force. Stirred something deep within her. Awakening a premonition. That she couldn't ignore. The echo of the revelation. In the Council. Still resonated in her mind. "You are one of us." She was a sorceress. That didn't make sense. Her world was made. Of hurried coffees. Tourist walks. And memories of Earth. Not of ancient magic. And enigmatic councils. And yet, the energy. That she had felt. When she touched the Eye of Ithar. Could not be denied.

In the days that followed. Eren became her shadow. Offering a mix. Of sarcasm and unexpected support. He mocked her doubts. With a mischievous smile. But he also appeared. With books that could help her. Or took her. To hidden viewpoints. To show her. The beauty of the city. It was difficult to decipher. If he was amusing himself. At her expense. Or if, somehow, he cared. But there was something else. That Lya couldn't ignore. The dreams. Always the same golden eyes. Shining in the darkness. Accompanied by whispers. In a language. That she didn't understand. She woke up. With her heart racing. And the feeling. That those eyes knew her. In a way. That she herself. Didn't comprehend.

Eren, perhaps perceiving. Lya's unease. Decided to show her. The city in more detail. He led her. Through the winding cobblestone streets. Where each building. Seemed to carry. Centuries of history. The central market. Teemed with life. With tents covered. By vibrant fabrics. Where merchants offered. From exotic fruits. To small flasks. Of shimmering potions. An old merchant. With a gray beard. Caught Lya's attention. Extending her. A glass flask. With a bright blue liquid.

"You have a curious look, my young lady," he said. With an enigmatic smile. "This is the Essence of Serenity. They say it calms. Even the most restless minds."

Lya exchanged a playful look. With Eren. Before thanking him. And moving on. Absorbing the vibrant atmosphere. Of the market. The smell of spices. Mixed with the sweet aroma. Of freshly baked bread. And Lya couldn't resist. Trying a local sweet. Whose flavor melted. On her tongue.

Further on. They arrived. At the Square of the Runes. Where a large black obelisk. Stood. Covered with magical inscriptions. That glowed faintly. At the touch of sunlight. Eren explained to her. That this was. One of the oldest points. Of the city. A place where. The first sorcerers. Had engraved. The secrets of their art. Some apprentices. Were sitting there. Studying the inscriptions. While others practiced spells. Under the supervision of masters.

The walk continued. To the Arcane Library. An imposing structure. With high windows. And stained glass. That reflected the light. In a kaleidoscope of colors. As she crossed. The carved wooden doors. Lya felt a shiver. Run down her skin. The air was impregnated. With the aroma. Of old paper. And candle wax. And the silence. Was filled only. By the soft sound. Of pages turning. And cautious whispers. The grandeur of the space. Was overwhelming. But, at the same time. There was something welcoming. In the way the books. Seemed to call her. As if they had been waiting for her. For a long time. The interior was a labyrinth. Of shelves. Some so high. That only floating ladders. Allowed access. To the oldest books. Enchanted crystals. Illuminated the space. And the whisper. Of the flipped pages. Created an atmosphere. Of silent respect. Lya felt immediately attracted. To that place. Absorbing the feeling. Of knowledge stored. Over the centuries.

"This is where. The most curious sorcerers. End up spending. A good part of their time," Eren commented. Watching her. With a slight smile. "And, judging by your look. I think you're going to join them."

Lya just nodded. Unable to deny. The fascination. That this world. Awakened in her. Still, something inside her. Continued to whisper. That there was more. To discover. Something that no one. Was willing to tell her.

One night. Unable to sleep. Lya wandered. Through the corridors. Of the Tower of the Aether. The place seemed different. In the pale moonlight. Less imposing. And more full of secrets. That's when Eren found her.

"Walking around like a ghost again?" he asked. Leaning against a column. With his usual smile. "Or are you trying to find out. What they're hiding?"

Lya stopped. Surprised.

"What do you mean?"

Eren approached. The mischievous gleam in his eyes. Softened by something more serious.

"Do you think. The Council told you everything? You found yourself here. Out of nowhere. You're a sorceress. And... they simply accepted that?"

His words echoed. Her own doubts. There were unanswered questions. And she was tired. Of waiting.

"Are you going to help me?" she asked. Challenging him.

Eren smiled.

"I've always liked. Breaking rules."

He led her. Through narrow passages. To a door hidden. Behind ancient tapestries. With a quick gesture. And a magical murmur. He unlocked it. The room beyond. Was a secret library. Illuminated by floating crystals. It was full. Of ancient books. Parchments. And artifacts. That pulsed. With their own energy.

While Eren watched the entrance. Lya explored the shelves. It was an old diary. With a cover marked. By familiar symbols. That caught her attention. Opening it. She found something. That made her heart stop. For a moment. Drawings of golden eyes. Identical to those. Of her dreams.

The pages spoke of. An ancient prophecy. About a "weaver of worlds." Someone with the power. To cross dimensions. And influence. The delicate balance. Between sorcerers and shapeshifters. It was said. That only a weaver. Could undo. The threads of fate. And weave them again. Changing the course of history. Some feared her. As a harbinger. Of destructive change. While others saw her. As hope. For a new future. The most disturbing thing. Was a passage. That seemed to describe. Her arrival.

"Eren... I think this is talking about me."

He approached. Reading over her shoulder. His face lost. Its carefree smile.

"They know more. Than they say. Much more."

Before they could process. The discovery. They heard footsteps. Eren grabbed the diary. And pulled her. Through a secret exit. When they were finally safe. Lya looked at him. Her heart beating erratically.

"What does this mean?"

Eren took a deep breath.

"It means. That your role here. Is greater. Than you thought. And maybe. You're not just. A lost sorceress."