The book was no ordinary relic.
It did not ask to be read.
It commanded.
And Raen, though just a boy in this life, was already too familiar with the weight of obedience when sothing older than the gods gave orders.
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The First Spell
The book revealed itself slowly—never all at once.
Raen sat beneath the shrine at dawn, back pressed to the crumbled altar, the black to open in his lap.
Today, the pages bled a new line of script.
> "Na them, and they shall rember. Speak their soul aloud, and steal what lies beneath."
At first glance, it made no sense. Until Raen blinked.
And then it shifted.
> Spell One: Mirror of the Forgotten
Let your voice beco the blade. Speak the na they've buried. Watch them break. Watch them burn. Only then may you drink the ashes.
"Drink the ashes..." he murmured.
This wasn't just magic.
It was dominion.
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The Girl
"Are you talking to your death book again?"
The voice startled him.
Raen turned quickly, standing up too fast—knocking the book shut.
She was leaning against a fallen pillar, arms folded, a smirk on her face.
Dark hair tied back roughly, a scar just below one eye that hadn't been there last spring.
Lyra.
Daughter of the village apothecary.
Sharp-tongued. Smarter than him. And absolutely the wrong kind of friend for soone who planned on destroying the gods.
"I thought I told you to stop sneaking up on ," Raen muttered.
"You did." She shrugged. "I ignored it."
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Lyra
Lyra had always been drawn to the weird. And in this village, Raen was the weird.
He spoke to shadows.
He asked questions even the elders avoided.
And he never cried—not even when his uncle died, or when his dog was torn apart by a mirror beast last year.
But Lyra didn't fear him.
She laughed too much for that.
"You know," she said, walking toward the altar, "if you keep playing with that book, you're going to get cursed. Or possessed. Or eaten."
"Already was," Raen said absently.
She blinked.
"Wait, what?"
He didn't answer.
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Spellcraft
Raen didn't know how he knew.
But as Lyra approached, sothing inside him stirred—an instinct buried in black snow and centuries of blood.
> She has a second na.
He stepped forward.
"Lyra."
"...what?"
"What's your full na?"
She narrowed her eyes.
"Why?"
Raen's gaze was distant.
"If you trust , say it."
She hesitated.
Then said, "Lyra Ven Enre."
The book pulsed. Raen's heart stilled.
> VEN.
That wasn't a family na.
It was a title.
His voice deepened—just slightly—as if it had rembered its older tone from a past life.
"Ven," he said, "you were once a Vessel."
She froze.
"What did you say?"
Raen's hand hovered over the book.
"I can see it now. Your blood rembers it, even if you don't."
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The Spell Awakens
The air shifted.
The snow around them evaporated.
Raen's breath turned gold as the spell activated for the first ti.
The to opened itself.
Words ignited across the pages—etched in lines of scarlet fire.
> "Ven. The Hollow. The vessel of the dreaming fla.
You buried your true na to forget.
But it rembers you still."
Lyra stumbled back, clutching her chest.
"I... I don't know what's happening—!"
Raen didn't either.
But he saw her.
Not just the girl.
But the soul inside her.
A slumbering ember of sothing ancient, now waking because he spoke her forgotten na.
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The mory Shared
He saw it.
Through her.
A battlefield of fire.
A chained girl standing alone in a tower of bones.
Her na wasn't Lyra, not then.
It was Lýena, the last Voice of the Gods.
The one who sang their deaths into being.
Raen gasped.
Lyra collapsed into the snow.
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Aftermath
When she woke, her eyes were wet.
"I saw... sothing," she whispered.
Raen sat beside her, the book closed once more.
"I think that was your first mory. From a long, long ti ago."
She looked at him, scared and curious and shaken.
"What did you do to ?"
"I didn't do anything," Raen said.
"You did."
"No," he said, quieter. "You rembered. I just helped open the door."
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A Dangerous Bond
After that day, Lyra didn't leave.
She stayed close.
Asked questions.
Learned silence in the right places.
She was no ordinary friend now.
She had touched the spell. Survived the mory.
Raen suspected the book let her—for a reason he didn't understand yet.
But in the back of his mind, one line from the book haunted him:
> "The first na rembered is the first to be lost."
He didn't know if that ant her life, her soul... or her loyalty.
But he would find out.
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To Be Continued
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