The wind carried a strange scent—ash, salt, and something ancient.
Lina clutched the Power Stone close to her chest, its heat now pulsing steadily like a second heartbeat. Kieran walked ahead of her through the half-buried corridor, torch in one hand, sword in the other.
They were inside the Forgotten Vault, a place sealed off from the surface for centuries. Dust clung to every inch of stone, and skeletal remains of explorers lined the sides—some clinging to journals, others frozen in terror. The silence here wasn't natural; it was hungry.
Tessa, trembling but brave, whispered, "Why do I feel like… the walls are listening?"
Kieran stopped. "Because they are."
He turned, his expression grim. "This vault was the first place to be touched by the Power Stone's energy. It's not just an artifact. It's a link to something far older than our world."
Lina felt a shiver ripple up her spine. "Then why are we here?"
"Because the silence doesn't just consume sound—it rewrites memory. If we don't find the source and sever the link, the entire city might forget it ever existed… including us."
They reached a chamber sealed by an iron door inscribed with strange symbols. As Kieran placed his hand on the metal, the marks lit up in a deep, haunting blue.
"I thought you said you weren't a sorcerer," Lina said.
"I'm not," he replied. "But I used to study the ones who were."
The door groaned open, revealing a massive hall filled with hundreds of mirrors—some shattered, others fogged. Their reflections twisted slightly, as if watching instead of showing.
Tessa stepped in. "Creepy doesn't even begin to cover this."
Suddenly, the torch flickered.
The silence thickened.
Then—a whisper.
"Lina…"
She turned.
No one had spoken.
---
The mirror in front of her rippled.
Inside it, she saw not herself—but a younger version of Kieran.
A boy, not more than fifteen, running through a burning library. He carried a glowing scroll and looked over his shoulder, screaming for help—but no sound came.
Lina's breath caught. "Kieran… is this your memory?"
He looked at the mirror, face pale. "Get away from it. Now."
But it was too late. The memory unfolded like a storm. Lina was inside it now.
---
FLASHBACK: Fifteen Years Ago
The city was falling apart. Screams echoed as smoke curled into the sky. The Academy of Silent Arcanists—once a place of knowledge—was being consumed from the inside.
Young Kieran sprinted through flaming halls, scroll clutched tightly. Behind him, shadows slithered like snakes. A voice echoed in his head:
"The stone must never awaken… not again."
He reached a grand hall where five men stood around a pedestal. On it, the Power Stone, smaller and dimmer than it is now, throbbed with contained fury.
"You brought it!" one man shouted.
"Are you insane?" yelled another. "We needed to destroy it, not study it!"
But it was too late. The moment the scroll hit the pedestal, everything went white.
---
Lina stumbled backward out of the mirror, gasping for breath. Kieran caught her.
"You saw it," he said quietly.
"You… were there when the Power Stone was released," she said. "You were part of the group that lost control of it."
Kieran looked ashamed. "Yes. And I've been trying to contain the damage ever since."
Silence fell over them all.
Tessa spoke first. "So the vault—it's a graveyard for your sins."
Kieran nodded. "And we're walking into them one by one."
---
Suddenly, a new sound cut through the silence.
Not a voice.
Drumming.
Rhythmic. Slow. Steady.
Lina turned. A figure stood at the far end of the hall, wearing a hood and mask carved like a cracked stone.
"Too late," it said in a voice that wasn't a voice at all—but a vibration in their bones.
"You've brought the stone too close to the gate."
Kieran shouted, "Run!"
But the mirrors shattered all at once.
And the silence came to life.
The explosion of shattering glass was deafening—paradoxical, given the place's nature. It was like sound had returned for a single moment just to scream.
Lina hit the ground hard, covering her head as fragments rained down like razors. Tessa crawled toward her, blood running from a cut on her forehead. Kieran was already on his feet, sword drawn, eyes locked on the masked figure that now stepped over the shattered remains of the mirrors.
"You shouldn't be here," the figure intoned. "The stone remembers… and so do I."
Kieran's voice dropped an octave. "You're from the Order of Silence. You're supposed to be extinct."
The figure chuckled, though the sound came like a tremor through the floor. "Extinct? No. Buried, like the truth. And now the truth is clawing its way back."
With a gesture, the figure summoned a ripple of silence that swept toward them like a wave. The torchlight flickered and died. Shadows moved unnaturally, wrapping around the walls.
"Move!" Kieran roared.
They ran.
The corridors twisted as they sprinted, like the vault itself had come alive. Lina held the Power Stone tightly against her chest, feeling it grow heavier with each step.
They didn't stop running until the silence behind them stopped chasing. They found themselves in a round chamber made entirely of dark crystal. In the center stood a pedestal covered in dust and ancient blood.
Tessa collapsed against a wall, panting. "What... what was that?"
Kieran leaned against a pillar. "That was a Warden of the Order. They were the ones who first created the Power Stone... and the silence. I thought they were gone."
"They're not," Lina said. Her voice trembled. "And he knew me. He called me a 'key.'"
Kieran's eyes widened. "That shouldn't be possible. You're not from the bloodline."
"What bloodline?" she asked sharply.
He looked away. "The ones who were born to hold the silence… or destroy it."
Suddenly, the stone in Lina's hand pulsed again—but this time, it answered.
A clear voice echoed in her mind, ancient and full of sorrow:
"Child of sound... you were not meant to awaken me. But you have, and now you must choose."
"Choose what?" she whispered aloud.
Kieran looked at her, alarmed. "What's happening?"
"The stone... it's speaking to me."
---
Elsewhere…
The masked Warden knelt before a blackened altar deep within the ruins.
Around him, others gathered, cloaked in the same cracked-stone masks. There were dozens—maybe more.
"She holds the key," the Warden said. "The girl has awakened the Voice within the Stone. The Echo is waking."
A woman stepped forward. Her voice was steel and ice. "Then we must begin the Binding. The silence must spread."
And in the dark, they began to chant.
---
Back at the chamber…
Lina's eyes glowed faintly as the stone hovered in her palm. Symbols formed in the air—languages long forgotten. She wasn't just hearing the voice. She was remembering things that had never been hers to remember.
She saw a city where people sang instead of spoke.
She saw it fall, drowned in silence.
And she saw a girl who looked exactly like her standing at the center, holding the stone.
Lina collapsed.
Tessa caught her just in time. "Lina! Say something!"
But Lina's mind was far away now.
She stood in a place of stars, with the Power Stone floating before her. A woman appeared—tall, robed in silver, her eyes hollow.
"You are the Echo. The final chance. If you fail, all sound will die."
"Who are you?" Lina asked.
"I am the first Voice," the woman said. "And I failed. Now you must succeed where I did not."
And just like that—Lina gasped, back in the vault.
Kieran looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. "You're not just a key. You're a mirror. You're her echo."
Tessa's eyes widened. "What does that mean?"
"It means," Lina said slowly, standing to her feet, "that I was never supposed to be part of this war."
She looked down at the Power Stone in her palm.
"But now I'm the center of it."
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Would you like me to move to Chapter 4 or include the Author's Thoughts section for this chapter now?
The chamber seemed to grow darker the moment Lina said those words. The silence tightened, as if even the shadows were holding their breath.
Kieran moved toward her slowly, his voice gentle but firm. "Lina… if the stone spoke to you, and if you saw Her—the First Voice—it means your role in this is deeper than we thought. Much deeper."
Tessa stood, brushing dust off her arms. "Can someone please explain why a giant rock keeps choosing girls who look like they stepped out of the same family portrait?"
Kieran rubbed a hand through his hair. "Because they did."
Lina blinked. "What?"
"You… you are her descendant, Lina. The blood of the First Voice runs in your veins. Somehow, someone hid that from you. Even the Order didn't know. That's why they never found you—until now."
Lina stepped back, the weight of his words settling in her chest like ice. "My mother... she always told me never to sing outside. That it was dangerous. That people would hear."
"She was protecting you," Kieran said quietly. "And now… the silence wants you."
The ground beneath their feet trembled again. Far in the distance, that same eerie hum echoed.
Lina turned, her expression hardening. "Then we don't run. Not anymore."
Kieran stared at her. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying… if this silence wants me, then it's going to have to deal with my voice first."
Tessa whistled. "Now that's the energy I like."
They returned to the pedestal. As Lina approached it, the crystal shifted. It reformed into a spiral staircase leading down.
"You've got to be kidding me," Tessa muttered. "More stairs?"
"The Stone is guiding us," Lina said. "It wants us to see something."
"I hope it's a map to a nice beach," Kieran muttered.
But they descended.
Each step took them deeper beneath the world. The silence thickened. Their torches dimmed, as if afraid. Eventually, they reached a narrow hall—walls lined with names etched in light.
Kieran froze. "These are the Names of the Forgotten. The original carriers of the Voice. This place is sacred."
Lina walked forward, scanning the glowing marks—until she found one that stopped her breath.
Her name.
Not just a similar name. Her full name.
Lina Veyra Elenor.
Her fingers hovered above the glowing etching. "How…? I'm alive."
Tessa came up beside her. "That's your name?"
Kieran's face was pale. "Then it's true. You're not just her descendant. You're her… reborn. The Stone didn't just choose you—it brought you back."
Suddenly, the walls shook violently. A cracking sound tore through the corridor.
The names began to vanish.
One by one, erased by an unseen force.
A dark mist began crawling from the end of the tunnel, devouring everything it touched.
"The Warden," Kieran hissed. "He's trying to erase the Voice's legacy."
Lina turned. "Then we outrun him. And we take this legacy with us."
She reached out, pressing her hand to her glowing name—and the tunnel exploded in light.
---
They were no longer underground.
They were in a city made of sound.
Melodies drifted on the wind. Buildings shimmered in every color of noise. Birds chirped in harmony. The sky rang like bells.
It was breathtaking.
"Is this…?" Tessa whispered.
Kieran nodded. "The First City. The memory of it, preserved in the Stone."
A figure approached them—a girl, no older than Lina, with glowing white eyes.
She smiled sadly. "Welcome back, Lina."
Lina stepped forward, heart pounding. "Who… are you?"
"I'm what's left of you. The part that stayed behind. The part that remembers."
"This is a memory?"
"A warning," the girl replied. "The silence is coming. You can still turn away, still hide."
"I won't," Lina said. "Not again."
The girl nodded, fading.
The city crumbled. They were back underground.
Lina collapsed to one knee, panting.
"I know what I have to do now," she said.
Kieran crouched beside her. "What?"
"I have to find the other Voices. The real ones. The ones who still live, even if they don't know it yet. If I can gather them…"
"You can fight back."
She nodded. "The silence stole too much. It ends with me."
---
Far away…
The masked Warden knelt before a deeper, darker power.
"My lord," he whispered. "She awakens."
From the darkness, a second voice replied.
"Then the true Silence begins."