Deep within the bustling city of Eldoria stood an ancient, ivy-covered building known only as The Archive. It was said that within its walls lay every book ever written, and even those that had yet to be. Among the countless scholars and mages who walked its labyrinthine halls, one librarian stood apart—Celestine Virelle.
Celestine, with her silver hair and midnight-blue robes, was more than just a keeper of books. She was the Archive's guardian, bound by an ancient oath to protect its secrets. For centuries, she had read and preserved countless tomes, but one day, she stumbled upon a book that should not have existed.
The tome's cover was made of an eerie, pulsating material, neither leather nor cloth. Its title, written in an ancient script, flickered between visibility and obscurity. The moment Celestine touched it, a chill ran down her spine. This was no ordinary book—it was something beyond the Archive's control.
As she flipped through its pages, she found records of events that had yet to occur. Cities that had not yet risen, heroes who had not yet been born, wars that had not yet begun. But what stopped her breath was the final page—a prophecy written in luminous ink:
"The Guardian shall break the seal, and with her name, awaken the Forgotten One."
Before she could process the words, the air around her shifted. The torches dimmed, and a whisper—no, a voice—echoed through the library.
"You have found me at last."
A shadow loomed over her, and the world faded to darkness.
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