Mira stood alone in the glowing corridor, her breath shallow, heart still racing after the skirmish with the shadowy figure. The walls of the library shimmered faintly, pulsing with energy—as though the entire building was breathing alongside her. Behind her, the doors had vanished again, the entrance sealed.
She wasn't afraid now.
The voice of the library—calm, feminine, and wise—whispered in her ear: "To heal the Veil, the Vault must open."
Mira followed the floating constellation of symbols leading her deeper into the hidden wing—what the library called "The Vault." The walls shifted as she passed, revealing glowing inscriptions from long-forgotten languages and stories half-told.
At the center of the Vault stood a massive orb, suspended in air, humming with energy. Images flickered inside it—scenes of distant worlds, elemental forces, and... versions of Mira. Shape-shifting. Healing. Leading.
Suddenly, the orb responded to her presence, drawing from her memories. Her hands glowed as her abilities surged—her body instinctively adapting to each magical current. As she touched the orb, her surroundings exploded into color, and the entire library began to realign, as though rejoicing in her return.
She was no longer just a visitor.
She was a vital role in the story now.
(Fun stories by Gabrielle Ehi).