Mira sat at her desk, the silver pen resting beside the book, its faint glow casting shadows on the wall. The encounter at the library haunted her thoughts.
Who was that man? Why did he know her name—and the power hidden within the pages?
Determined, she began digging through old records and archives, searching for any clue.
Hours later, she uncovered a faded portrait tucked inside a forgotten box at the back of the city archives.
The man in the painting had sharp eyes like the one who had tried to steal the book. But more than that—there was a familiar intensity in his gaze.
A name was scrawled beneath: Elias.
And then she found something even more chilling—a brittle letter, dated 1820, written in elegant script.
"To my sister, my blood, my rival—if ever you find this, know that I have claimed the powers of time to rewrite our fates. I will rule what was stolen from us, no matter the cost."
Mira's breath caught in her throat.
Elias was her brother. Her brother from her past life.
The same brother who had betrayed their family and sought to command time itself.
He was the one who wanted the pen. The book. The power.
And now, centuries later, his legacy was reaching out to her again.
A cold dread settled in Mira's chest.
If Elias succeeded, the balance of time could shatter forever.
But Mira clenched her fists.
She wouldn't let that happen.
Not if it meant saving Alaric—and the love that had survived centuries.