—Narrated by Eli Whitmore
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The Final Gate stood before us.
Its surface shimmered like liquid glass, flickering between night and dawn. Carved into its arch were ancient runes—older than any language we had seen. The Guardian of the Gate, a spectral figure named Raphael, had granted us permission to pass after our trial in the Weeping Hollow. But it came with a warning:
"Beyond lies a realm lost to time. Memories forgotten. Pain buried. And the Binder's final puzzle."
We stood together—me, Thorne, Felix, Ryker, Luna, and Draven—our hearts pounding as the gate creaked open.
Light swallowed us.
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When we landed, it wasn't with a crash, but a soft sinking—as if the world had no ground.
The Forgotten Realm was... strange.
A sky of swirling colors. Trees without leaves that whispered names. Water flowed upwards. Mountains floated like islands in the air. Everything felt suspended in a dream.
"Where are we?" Felix whispered.
"Between worlds," Luna answered, her hand pressed against a bending tree trunk. "It's like... a place the world erased."
"It's beautiful," Ryker muttered. "But it's also wrong."
Draven pointed ahead. "There. That structure."
In the distance was a temple made of starlight and shadows. Its walls shifted like fabric, impossible to define. At the center pulsed a floating orb of ancient energy—like a heartbeat.
Thorne placed a hand on my shoulder. "Are you ready?"
"I have to be," I said. And we moved.
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As we entered the temple, the world changed again.
Each of us was separated.
A trial of memory.
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Eli's Memory Puzzle
I found myself in the living room of my old home. Mom was in the kitchen. Dad was gone—just like always. I saw myself, a younger version, crying quietly in the corner.
Then Seraphina's spirit appeared beside me.
"You must make peace with your past to see the truth."
She handed me a mirror. "Look."
In the mirror, I saw the faces of everyone I'd met—Thorne, Felix, Luna... They were all watching me. Depending on me.
"You are the Gatekeeper," she said. "But the gate is also within. Unlock it."
I stepped forward, touched the young version of myself, and whispered, "You are enough. You always were."
The scene faded—and I held a glowing shard.
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Thorne's Puzzle
He stood in a battlefield of memories—his father, Victor, and dozens of cursed mages around him.
"Do you still fear becoming him?" a voice asked.
"No," Thorne said, his voice shaking. "I fear losing Eli. But I won't. Because I choose love. I choose light."
The cursed mages vanished. The battlefield became a garden.
A shard appeared in his hand.
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Felix and Ryker's Puzzle
They were tested with a vision of their future—one where Ryker turned to darkness and Felix had to stop him.
"If it happens... would you still love me?" Ryker asked.
Felix cried. "Even in darkness, I'd walk beside you. That's what love is."
The future shattered. A shard floated between them.
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Luna and Draven's Puzzle
They stood before the spirits of Luna's lost kin.
"Why did you live when we did not?" one asked.
Luna took Draven's hand and answered, "Because I was meant to lead others to life. Not be buried in grief."
The spirits smiled. A shard of light descended.
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We reunited in the temple's heart. The shards we carried floated up, forming a full circle.
Then the orb at the center cracked.
Out poured memories—millions of them. Laughter, tears, birth, death. It was the Binder's prison. A collection of stolen memories.
And a voice said:
> "Eli Whitmore. You are the last of the Keepers. What will you do? Release the past or let it die with you?"
I stepped forward. My voice steady.
"The past matters. But we're not meant to carry its chains. We're meant to remember... and move forward."
With that, the temple shone brighter than ever—and the Final Gate opened in full.
We had passed.
We were ready.
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To be continued...