Fragments of Memory

Still in the library. The air thick with mystery. And the soft scent of ancient parchments. Lingered. As Lya and Eren continued. To explore the forbidden texts. The diary open before them. Seemed like a distant echo. Of the words they had already read. But now, each symbol. Gained a different weight. Lya felt a shiver. Run down her spine. As if the words whispered. Ancient secrets. Directly to her mind. The paper seemed more vivid. The strokes of the letters. Pulsating. With a subtle energy. Awakening in her. A feeling of disturbing déjà vu—as if she had already read. Those same words. In another time. In another life. The silence was broken only. By the sound of pages turning. Until Lya felt. A sudden vertigo.

The world around her. Faded. In the blink of an eye. Accompanied by a sharp buzz. In her ears. And a feeling of sudden coldness. That made her skin crawl. The air seemed to have become denser. Pressing on her chest. While the light around her. Dissolved. Into shimmering fragments. Like broken glass. Floating in the void.

Vision 1: A battlefield stretched. As far as the eye could see. Sorcerers and shapeshifters. Faced each other. With fury. Bolts of magical energy. Crossed the sky. While roars of transforming creatures. Echoed. Among the crowd. A figure with golden eyes. Stood out. His gaze fixed. On something—or someone—invisible. To Lya.

Back in the library. Lya gasped. Her heart racing. Eren noticed her pale expression.

"Are you okay?" he asked. The concern masked. By a casual tone.

She nodded. Reluctant to share. What she had just seen.

They continued reading. The text spoke of. The origin of the war. An ancient rift. Between sorcerers and shapeshifters. Caused by a lost artifact—the Fragment of the Aether. An iridescent crystal. With golden veins. That seemed to pulse. With a light of its own. It is said. To have been forged. At the dawn of the world. Capable of manipulating. The invisible lines of magic. Amplifying or destroying powers. At the will of whoever controlled it. Legends whispered. That its disappearance. Was not an accident. But the result of a betrayal. That triggered the war. A secret guarded. By those who feared. Its true potential.

Vision 2: Lya saw. A council of elder sorcerers. Arguing heatedly. Words like "traitors" and "absolute power" echoed. In a corner of the room. A young woman. With eyes similar to Lya's. Watched in silence. With an expression. Full of sadness and determination.

"Lya?" Eren's voice. Brought her back. He was closer. His gray eyes. Studying her face. Carefully.

"I'm having... visions. I don't know. What they mean. But they seem like memories. Of someone else. Or maybe... mine." Lya's voice trembled slightly. Her fingers clenched. On the yellowed paper. She felt a tight knot. In her throat. A mix of fear and fascination. While the echo of the images. Still pulsed in her mind. Her heart beat erratically. As if it wanted to escape. From her body. And a feeling of icy emptiness. Grew in her stomach. Dragging memories. That she didn't know. If they belonged to her. The weight of uncertainty. Made her question. Who she really was. And why those visions. Tore her apart. With such intensity.

Eren was silent. For a moment. Then spoke softly.

"Maybe you're more. Than a weaver of worlds. Maybe you're a key. To the past and the future."

They continued reading. While Lya tried. To maintain focus. But the visions. Became more intense.

Vision 3: A final confrontation. The figure with golden eyes. Held the Fragment of the Aether. Surrounded by traitors. And fallen allies. His gaze met Lya's—not through the vision. But as if he saw her. Really. A whisper echoed. "Destiny repeats itself, Lya."

Back to reality. She was shaking. The weight of what she had seen. Seemed too real.

Eren placed a hand. On her shoulder. The warm touch. Contrasting with the coldness. That still froze her skin. The simple gesture. Carried a silent comfort. An anchor. In a sea of uncertainties. For a brief moment. Lya felt. The turmoil of the visions. Subside. Replaced by a strange feeling. Of security. However, beneath the comforting warmth. There was a subtle tension. A silence. Full of unspoken questions. And emotions. That neither of them. Dared to explore completely.

Lya looked at Eren. Her eyes searching. For answers. That he seemed reluctant. To share. Finally, he sighed. Moving away slightly. But without breaking eye contact.

"There are things. About the war. That are not written. In these books. Things that were lost. In time... or were hidden." His voice was full. Of an unusual seriousness. As if he carried. The weight of ancient secrets. "The war was never just. About power. It was about fear. Fear of what we don't understand. Fear of what we cannot control. And, at the center of it all. Was the Fragment of the Aether... and people like you."

Lya felt a chill. "People like me?"

Eren nodded slowly. "Weavers of worlds. Those who have the power. To see beyond. The veil of the present. To touch. The past and the future. Your presence here... is not a coincidence."

Before they could delve deeper. Into the conversation. A muffled sound echoed. In the corridor—hurried footsteps. Approaching. Lya's heart leaped.

"Someone's coming!" Eren whispered. His gaze sharp. Scanning the room.

Quickly. He closed the parchment. And pulled Lya. Behind a tall bookcase. Where the shadows. Were denser. The sound of footsteps increased. Accompanied by distant voices. Lya held her breath. Feeling her chest tighten. Against Eren's. His warmth contrasting. With the coldness of the stone. Beneath her feet.

A figure dressed. With the insignia of the Council. Entered the room. His eyes scanning the space. With suspicion. The silence was oppressive. Every beat of Lya's heart. Seemed like a drum. Echoing in the void. She felt Eren's hand. Squeeze her wrist gently. A gesture of alert. And protection. At the same time.

The guard approached dangerously. The sound of his boots echoing. Lya held her breath. Her body rigid. When he turned. To the opposite side. Eren took advantage of the distraction. Pulling Lya silently. To a side exit. Hidden between the shelves.

They ran. Through the narrow. And dimly lit corridors. Of the library. The sound of their footsteps. Muffled by the ancient carpets. They only stopped. When they reached. A hidden door. That Eren opened. With a whispered spell. As they left. The adrenaline still coursed. Through Lya's veins. Her heart pounding. In her chest.

"That was close." Eren murmured. With a mischievous smile. That didn't completely hide. The tension in his eyes.

Lya nodded. Trying to calm her breathing.

"We have to find out more." she said. Her eyes shining. Despite the fear.

Eren nodded slowly. "Weavers of worlds. Those who have the power. To see beyond. The veil of the present. To touch. The past and the future. Your presence here... is not a coincidence."

The silence that followed. Was filled. With a palpable tension. An invisible current. That seemed to connect them. Eren's gaze softened. For a moment. But there was something more there. Something that he didn't say. Lya, despite the whirlwind of emotions. Felt a connection grow. Between them. As inexplicable. As the visions. That haunted her.

Before she could answer. A dull thud. Echoed through the library. Making the ancient shelves. Shake. The ground trembled slightly. And a beam of golden light. Shone through the cracks in the wall. As if the building itself. Breathed. With a long-buried secret.

Eren stood up. In a leap. His gaze now hardened.

"They found us."

Lya stared at him. Her heart beating erratically. Feeling that. Whoever they were. The real battle. Was about to begin.