Book of Remembrance — Part I

Empress Bryndella at the portal on Lake Elohrim photo compilation by Brittani Starr

She sat upon a smooth rock at the edge of Lake Elohrim, soaking in shimmering pink waters, where soft white waves kissed the shore.

Behind her, something stirred.

She turned, already knowing.
Her father.

His eyes held lifetimes of love as he reached for her.

“Oh, my dear… you have forgotten.”

She had forgotten everything.
Zarlequan.
Herself.
The power within her.

The city rejoiced at the sight of her.

“Welcome home, Empress Bryndella!”

Voices of children and the ancient Starr Guides filled the air with love and longing.

But the celebration was brief.

She wasn’t staying.

The Library

assorted books on shelf
Zarlequan Library photo compilation by Brittani Starr

Zarlequan Library — Photo by Brittani Starr

The library did not wait to be chosen.

It chose you.

As she stepped inside, a glowing book opened before her:

“Traditions of Zarlequan.”

But she could not read it.

The light was too bright.


At the shipyard, they had built something just for her.

A vessel shaped like a celestial bird.

Carved with care.

Covered in golden light.

Made with love.

She laughed.
Then she cried.

And stepped aboard.

The waters carried her forward.

The waterfalls opened.

The portal swallowed her whole.

She was going back.

Back to Earth.

Back to forgetting.

And this time…

she would remember.

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