Selene was back in the archives, moving between the towering shelves, scanning rows of spines, pulling out volumes, and flipping pages with swift, practiced motions before sliding them back into place.
Her fingers paused on the brittle corner of yet another page before she closed the book and set it aside with care. Frustration tightened in her chest.
Why can't I find anything? There has to be something. Something that explains why my children are different.
Her children did not only carry fragments of her divine power, they were also veiling their energy. It was faint, but still something no infant should be capable of. The strangeness gnawed at her.
Every instinct told her the only place she might find answers was in the Forbidden Archives. That was one of the reasons she needed to take back the supreme throne. Without it, the path to that knowledge would remain barred.
