Eva's Letter Home

Dearest Mother, I wish I were writing under better circumstances, but I want you to know that Caelith and I are safe. The task we were given for our graduation is far more dangerous than any we’ve heard of before. We are to retrieve a Dragon’s Heart ...

[i][b]The handwriting is a mess—ink smudges, words trailing off, letters slanted and uneven. Clearly, he’s drunk.[/b][/i] Lyra, So, we’re off to steal a heart. A dragon’s heart. No, not like that. It’s… a rock. Or a stone? An orb, maybe. Any...

Selmarday, 11th of Vaelion It’s done. A year of carving, paying, polishing, placing. A year of pretending to be asleep while Holloway carried signs through dark hallways and Bethil slipped bookmarks into library books. A year of hiding in the vill...

Selmarday, the 4th of Myrrias The moon of Veylnis hung fat and bright in the sky, silver light spilling through the windows like a whispered dare. The others were asleep, or at least pretending to be, and the halls were finally empty. Perfect timing. ...

Dear Mom, You always said I’d have to get serious one day—that the jokes and pranks wouldn’t last forever. But I think I’ve finally figured out why they do. Orren is the leader, always looking out for everyone, trying to set the right example. ...

Kealday, 24th of Selmaren We told them everything. Father, Mother, and Mom sat at one end of the hall, and Eva and I stood at the other, like petitioners before a throne. Theodric and Roland were there too, leaning against the wall like they’d rat...

Dear Vaelion and Arya, You will both be delighted (or horrified) to learn that my legend continues to grow. The grand Drakemont gathering was this week—the annual festival of strained smiles, subtle threats disguised as compliments, and enough ma...

9th of Vaelion, 7260 I have been too focused on unraveling mysteries. Torva and I hardly speak anymore. Even Professor Wynthorne has complimented me on how seriously I’ve been taking my studies. I am in danger of becoming Eva. Oddly enough, I have b...

28th of Selmaren, 7259 - Celebration of Veil’s End I spoke with Father today. I asked—without asking—if there are times when it is right to set aside our promises, even when we believe in them. He gave me the answer I already knew: it is easy to ho...

22nd of Orwynne, 7259 That night, I was proud of what we had done. We pieced together the clues, opened the hidden door, and stepped into a world forgotten by history. Then we found the Nytherian spirit, still standing guard after all these centuries, an...

Sharing the letter with the group (our room and the girls room). I thought the runes were draconic, but others pointed out they were Nytherion. The words to speak are Draconic though. Since the Nytherion kingdom failed and the Nytherions were killed...

To Whom It May Concern (penned in precise, flowing script, on parchment marked with the royal seal and a faint scent of inkroot oil) Regarding: Caelith Morvain The boy is—how to phrase it—active. Over the past several months, he has: - ...

Dearest Mother, (written with her usual neat script, the ink slightly heavier in the more serious parts) I’m sure Caelith has already written to you—probably with some wild theory about treasure beneath the school or secret passageways behind the ...

To Mother, (there’s a doodle of the castle at the top—complete with exaggerated towers, a smiling sun, and a tunnel labeled “??? secret maybe”) Dear Mother, You would love this place. It’s massive and half-finished and drafty in the best ...

Ancient History questions: How did Yoth Sirith convince the Dragons & Fairies to join his side if he could not corrupt magic? Are there any Dragons or Fairies left in the world in hiding? Braedon is going to be a problem. He is holding a serious gru...