somewhatnaive

Some secrets are buried in silence. Others refuse to stay hidden.

Elara never expected a knock on her neighbor’s door to change everything. But when Liam—silent, guarded, and wrapped in mystery—hands her a note instead of speaking, she realizes his silence holds more than unspoken words. It holds a past he cannot outrun.

A forgotten journal. A map leading to a place that shouldn’t exist. A door buried in the earth—waiting to be opened. As Elara and Liam follow the clues, the shadows around them stir, whispering of something lost… and something that wants to be found.
What happens when you listen to the silence?

You hear the things that were never meant to be spoken.

When Silence Speaks

The night clung to them like a second skin, a damp, suffocating shroud that clung to their skin, a chilling reminder of the dangers they had narrowly escaped. The remnants of adrenaline, a frantic, jittery energy, still pulsed through their veins, battling against the creeping chill that seeped into their bones. Elara led the way, her grip on the ancient book unwavering, a lifeline in the oppressive darkness. Its soft, pulsing glow, a beacon in the gloom, seemed to synchronize with the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat, a shared pulse of power and fear. Liam followed closely behind, his injured arm tucked protectively against his chest, the dark mark seared into his skin a painful, glowing brand, a constant reminder of their close encounter with the Forgotten. 


Chapter Fifteen: The Fractured Veil