Whispers of the Book

Lucian sat at his grandfather's desk, the room silent except for the soft crackling of the fire. His fingers hesitated over the cover of the book—its intricate designs glowing faintly in the dim light. The words his grandfather had spoken echoed in his mind: "Only when I am gone, will the book show its true power."

He took a deep breath and opened it. The pages were blank, yet as he turned them, a voice whispered—soft at first, then louder with each page.

"You are chosen."

Lucian froze, his heart pounding. The room seemed to close in, and for a moment, he thought he saw shadows flicker at the edges of his vision. His hand shook, but he kept turning the pages, unable to stop. With each page, new words appeared, dark and enigmatic, speaking of worlds he had never imagined.

"Your choices will shape the world, Lucian."

A chill ran down his spine. The book was no longer just a relic; it was alive. He had unlocked something, but what was it?

As the last page turned, a final message appeared—this one written in bold, red ink.

"The Seven await."

Lucian's mind reeled. He knew little of the Seven, except for the few cryptic words his grandfather had shared. He had fled from them. But now, the book had connected him to them in a way he didn't understand. He wasn't ready, but he had no choice. His journey had just begun.