Dear diary,
This morning, most of us woke up recharged and ready to face the world—except for the DeLaRoost twins, who still seemed weighed down by the lingering chill of our encounter with Mother Alma. At least, for the first time since moving here, there were no bad dreams haunting us through the night. A small victory, but one we silently celebrated.
Breakfast, however, refused to remain uneventful. Just as we settled in, a guard entered, clutching a letter addressed to Luke. The sight of his former mentor Amarra’s signature at the bottom of the parchment immediately caught everyone’s attention. It had been ages since we last heard from her, and her sudden reappearance stirred equal parts curiosity and concern.
The letter’s contents were grim. Amarra urged Luke to seek out the Grimoire of Creation and delve into the mysteries of high magic. Her reason? An old nemesis of hers had resurfaced—right here in Keralon. The details were sparse, but the gravity of her words was clear. If Amarra was alarmed, then this was no trivial matter.
Despite our attempts to extract more from the cryptic letter, we realized there was little to go on. Amarra had given us no description of her enemy or even their name, leaving us grasping at shadows. After some deliberation, Luke made the reluctant decision to return to the Academy in Keralon. It would be the best place to start his search for information on high magic—and potentially unlock access to the legendary Grimoire of Creation.
Though hesitant to revisit a place so tangled in his past, Luke’s resolve was unshakable. As we gathered our things and prepared for the journey, an air of anticipation settled over the group. Something told me this quest would lead us far deeper into the mysteries of magic—and danger—than we were prepared for.
While Luke returned to the city with some of the others, I spent yet another day out in the fields, weaving magic into the soil to ensure a bountiful harvest. The repetitive nature of the spellwork was almost meditative, though the ache in my arms reminded me of its cost. Still, the work kept my mind occupied—a welcome distraction from the weight of our latest challenges.
By the time they returned, the sight of my brother’s expression told me everything I needed to know. His journey hadn’t gone as planned. Over a quick supper, Luke explained the obstacle: the information we needed was locked away in the forbidden library of the Academy, a place only accessible to its elite members. To gain entry, Luke would need to rejoin the Academy and finish his studies—a process that could take years.
The frustration in his voice was palpable, and I couldn’t blame him. We don’t have the luxury of time. But there was a small glimmer of hope buried in the bad news. The Academy recognized that Luke’s abilities far surpassed their typical students. They were considering granting him access to the library without the usual trials—a potential shortcut that could save us from wasting precious months, even years.
Still, nothing was certain. For now, all we could do was wait and see what decision the Academy would make. It felt like our next steps depended on the whims of bureaucrats in their ivory tower—a maddening thought when the stakes were so high.