>>Aelin
" I don't know." She answered
I stared at her. "You don't?"
She shook her head slowly. "The prophecies never said how. Only that the prophesied one—the Solwyn sun—would find the way. That they would uncover what was lost and choose the path to remake the seal."
"That's not an answer," I said before I could stop myself, my frustration curling in my chest. "That's just more pressure without direction. You're saying it's up to me—but I have no map, no guide, nothing to even start with—"
Seraphine held up a hand gently, then reached beside her into a small leather satchel she'd placed on the arm of her chair. She pulled out a rolled scroll tied with a thin golden thread and held it out to me.
"This might be your starting point."
I stared at it. It was old—older than any parchment I'd handled before. The edges were frayed, the seal broken long ago. A faint shimmer ran across the faded cover, like starlight frozen in ink.
"What is it?" I asked, reaching out slowly.
