The Chronicle of the Unseen Realms

Previously

…The path the Archivist had spoken of, the path to the Unseen Realms, was now laid before her, illuminated by the faint glow of a wooden bird and the chilling prophecy of a frost-kissed foundling. Her regret, a constant companion, now felt like a premonition, a whisper of the sacrifices that might be demanded. The choice was hers. To retreat into the familiar comfort of her reclusive life, or to step into the shadow of the unknown, to protect this child and, perhaps, to confront the very foundations of existence. The echoes of forgotten lore had become her present reality, and the silence of her cottage was now filled with the hum of a power that was awakening.