The unknown

Previously

…As I left Bradley’s shop, the amulet felt heavier against my chest, not physically, but with the weight of its implications. The whispers in my mind were no longer just fragmented visions; they were a warning, a plea, a desperate cry from a forgotten past. I was no longer just Bret, the apprentice cataloging dusty books. I was Bret, the bearer of the Aethelgard, a living echo of the First Spell, and I was being hunted. The shadows were closing in, and the fate of the world, it seemed, now rested precariously in my untrained hands.