Book 15: Origins

Blake

Soren’s footsteps slosh through puddles beside me, covering the magical buzz of Veiled Valley’s arts district as we walk through the rain. It’s pitch black–the night sky clogged by thick, dark clouds that promise the continuation of the downpour that started moments after we arrived in the ancient, veiled city.

Soren pulls his ball cap down to shield his face from the rain, grumbling under his breath as we walk through the city, crossing another bridge. “Couldn’t you have just jumped us directly to wherever it is we’re going?”

“Spiriting into the Archives is forbidden. It’s actually magically impossible,” I reply over the incessant, pounding rain. Thunder booms, rattling the awnings suspended over busy restaurants and bars.

“Who exactly is Arthur, and why is he so important? It’s midnight, for Goddess’s sake.”

We step beneath the shelter of an awning for a moment. I peer up at the stone staircase leading to the next level of the c