12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ZBwZxa7W2Eilara’s knuckles went white as she gripped the glass vial. She searched for a spark—any memory that might trigger an emotion—but the air between them felt hollow. They had only just met, yet the stakes felt ancient.
"Kael Zorvath!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the stone walls. She was determined to drag him back from whatever trance held him.
"What do you want?" the Kael-puppet snorted. His eyes were vacant, his movements jerky and wrong.
"Oh, my," a sharp, sassy voice cut through the tension.
Eilara spun around to find a woman in a sleek, black tailored suit watching them. Her piercing green eyes flicked from Eilara to Kael and back again. She shook her head, her blonde ponytail swishing as she clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"I am the Librarian, Lady Shor," she said, putting a heavy, pointed emphasis on the word Lady. "Do you require assistance? The next class begins shortly, and we wouldn't want you lingering where you don't belong."
"We’ve got it handled, thanks," Kael muttered.
Lady Shor let out a sharp, mocking snort.
Eilara ignored her, stepping closer to Kael. "As I was trying to say before we were interrupted... Kael, reach for your past. Remember the day we met? Try to find that memory. Search for it."
Kael snapped his head toward her, his expression turning rigid. "The past is the past," he said, his voice stiffer and faster than humanly natural. "We live only for the future."
"Are you quoting someone?" Lady Shor asked, her eyebrows arching.
Kael gave a single, stiff nod. "My mother."
Lady Shor’s gaze sharpened. "I’d like to know your names."
"Kael Zorvath. And Eilara Moore," he answered.
The Librarian’s composure shattered. She let out a sharp, ragged gasp. "Eilara Moore?!"
Eilara stumbled back, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Yeah... I’m sorry if I—"
"Come," Lady Shor interrupted. She shoved past Kael with surprising force and seized Eilara’s wrist. Her grip was like iron. "Do not resist."
She dragged Eilara into a secluded, shadow-drenched corner of the library. It was filled with massive, leather-bound volumes, every single spine embossed with the same word: REGISTRY.
With practiced speed, Lady Shor pulled four heavy books from the shelf and slammed them onto a wheeled wooden cart. She shoved the cart toward Eilara until it bumped against her knees.
"Yours," Lady Shor whispered, her voice trembling with something that sounded like fear.
Eilara looked down, her breath hitching in her throat. The ink on the spines seemed to shimmer and change before her eyes. They no longer said 'Registry.' Instead, in gold, elegant lettering, they read:
Eilara’s First Life Eilara’s Second Life Eilara’s Third Life ---12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWNvv6qeKiK
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