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I slung the bag over my shoulder and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what came next. I knew Seraphina would be in her study, probably pouring over maps and strategies for our next move against the Brotherhood.

She had thrown herself into planning, trying to keep herself busy while I had slowly started to distance myself. Now, I needed to say goodbye.

The corridors felt longer than usual, each step echoing louder in the quiet of the early morning.

I paused outside the door to her study, my hand hovering just above the wood, unsure of how to say what I needed to say. But there was no time left to waste. I knocked softly and pushed the door open.

Seraphina looked up from the desk, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. "Elara? What's wrong?"

I took a few steps into the room, letting the door close behind me. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light from the dawn filtering through the windows, and for a moment, I was struck by how beautiful she looked so strong, so sure of herself, even after everything we had been through.

"I need to go, Seraphina," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. "There are things I need to understand about myself, about who I was... I can't do it here."

She stood, her eyes searching mine, trying to read what I wasn't saying. "You don't have to do this alone. We can figure it out together."

I shook my head, stepping closer to her. "I love you, Seraphina, but this is something I need to do on my own. There are too many questions, too many things I don't remember. I need to find out what's real and what's not. And I can't do that with you looking over my shoulder, worrying about me."

Seraphina's jaw clenched, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of somethinganger, fear, maybe even sadness but she swallowed it down. "When will you be back?"

I wished I had an answer for her. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I promise I will come back. I just need time."

She stared at me for what felt like an eternity before nodding slowly. "I understand. Just... be careful, Elara. You don't know what you might find out there."

I stepped closer, my hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "I'll be careful," I whispered. Then, before I could change my mind, I leaned in and kissed her—a deep, lingering kiss that carried all the love and regret I couldn't put into words.

When we finally pulled away, her eyes were shining with unshed tears, but she didn't try to stop me. "Goodbye, Seraphina," I said softly, my voice trembling.

"Goodbye, Elara," she replied, her voice steady, though I could see the effort it took her to hold it together. "I'll be here when you're ready to come back."

I gave her one last look, memorizing the way she looked at me in that moment, before turning and walking out the door. The castle felt colder now, more empty, but I forced myself to keep moving. I couldn't afford to look back.

As I stepped outside, the crisp morning air hit me, sharp and bracing. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the landscape. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind and focus on the task ahead.

The world outside felt vast, full of possibilities and unknown dangers, but I had made my choice.

I needed to start my search somewhere, and there was only one place I could think of that might hold the answers I sought an old library on the outskirts of a nearby town, known for its vast collection of ancient texts and forgotten knowledge.

If anyone had documented the past, if there were any records of who I had been, they would be there.

The journey was long, and as the hours passed, I found myself lost in thought, replaying the brief flashes of memory I had regained since the battle with the Brotherhood's leader. Faces, names, places none of it made sense yet, but I was determined to piece it all together.

When I finally arrived at the town, the sun was high in the sky, and the streets were bustling with activity. I pulled my hood up, keeping a low profile as I made my way through the narrow, winding streets to the library.

It was an imposing building, ancient and weathered, with stone steps leading up to heavy wooden doors.

Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old paper and dust, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of pages being turned. The librarian, an elderly man with a kind smile, greeted me as I entered. "Can I help you find something, miss?"

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm looking for any records or books about... ancient organizations, or perhaps something that might have been forgotten over time."

He gave me a curious look but nodded. "We have a section in the back with some older texts that might be of interest to you. It's not well-organized, but you're welcome to look through it."

I thanked him and made my way to the back of the library, where the shelves were crammed with dusty, old tomes. The light was dim, but I found a small table and a chair and began to sift through the books, one by one.

Time seemed to blur as I lost myself in the pages, searching for anything that might point me in the right direction.

Hours passed, and the sun began to set outside, casting long shadows across the room. I was about to give up for the day when I came across a book that seemed older than the others, its leather cover cracked and faded.

There was no title, just a strange symbol embossed on the front one that looked eerily familiar.

With trembling hands, I opened the book, flipping through the brittle pages. It was written in an ancient script, one that I could barely decipher, but there were illustrations maps, symbols, and finally, a drawing of a group of people that made my heart stop.

It was them the Brotherhood. And in the center of the group, standing tall and proud, was a figure I recognized immediately, despite the years that had passed. It was me.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, and I had to steady myself against the table, my mind racing. This was the first real clue I had found, the first tangible evidence of who I had been before I lost my memories. But it also brought more questions, more doubts.

I needed to know more. I needed to understand why I had been with them, what role I had played. And most importantly, I needed to figure out how to atone for whatever sins I had committed in that forgotten past.

But for now, all I could do was close the book and try to process the storm of emotions raging inside me.

I had found a clue a piece of the puzzle. But the picture it was forming was one I wasn't sure I wanted to see.

I sat there for what felt like hours, staring at the faded image of myself among the Brotherhood. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to reconcile the person I saw in the drawing with the person I had become.

I needed more information something that could explain how I had ended up there, what had led me to join them, and most importantly, why I couldn't remember any of it.

With renewed determination, I started flipping through the pages again, more carefully this time. The ancient script was difficult to understand, but I managed to pick out a few words here and there: "ritual," "power," "betrayal."

The more I read, the more the pieces began to fit together. This wasn't just a group of bandits or rebels. The Brotherhood had been something far more sinister, dabbling in dark magic and forbidden practices.

My eyes fell on a passage that mentioned a ritual of binding—something that tied a person's soul to a purpose, erasing memories and creating a new identity.

My heart raced as I realized that this could be the key to understanding why I had no recollection of my past. Had I undergone this ritual? Had I willingly erased my memories to escape something, or had it been done to me?

I needed more answers. I needed to find the person who had written this book, or at the very least, someone who knew more about these rituals. But as the library grew darker with the setting sun, I knew that would have to wait until tomorrow. For now, I closed the book, carefully tucking it into my bag.

It was a start—a small step toward uncovering the truth. But with every answer came new questions, and the path ahead felt more treacherous than ever.