Reincarnated as the Last Dragon Egg-Chapter 27: New beginnings

The Rupture at Shardsea

The sea boiled.

Not from heat—but from confusion.

Waves froze mid-crash. Rain climbed upward. Fish hovered in the air, gills fluttering as if remembering how to swim.

In the center of it all floated a black shard, pulsing with violet light.

Kaela and Solin arrived by skycraft, landing on the reefstone edge of the anomaly.

The air was thin.

Reality... bent.

"This isn’t a rift," Solin muttered. "It’s a scar."

Kaela touched the shard.

Images slammed into her skull—

A city made of screaming mirrors.

Children with no faces.

And Darian, standing alone before a door of light... closing it from the inside.

Then—

> "He did not finish the story."

She recoiled, blade drawn.

Something inside the shard had spoken.

And it wasn’t done.

---

Meanwhile — The Girl and the Stranger

Isen stood barefoot in the glade behind her home.

She’d drawn a symbol into the dirt: a spiral made of fire, water, stone, air, and void.

She didn’t know why.

Only that she had to.

Then—someone stepped into the clearing.

A man.

Cloaked. Face hidden. Voice like silk sliding over broken bone.

> "You are her, then. The last spark."

Isen tilted her head. "Who are you?"

He smiled. "A librarian."

She frowned. "Of what?"

> "Of what wasn’t written."

He crouched beside her, touched the symbol.

And it changed.

A seventh line appeared—one she hadn’t drawn.

Creation.

He whispered, "Do you dream of the world before?"

She whispered back, "Sometimes... I remember it."

---

Return to Emberwatch

Solin paced.

Neriya meditated, though even her shadow curled uneasily.

Kaela stared at the broken shard she’d brought back.

"I saw him again," she said softly. "Not like before. As if... part of him is still there. Holding something shut." freewёbnoνel.com

Solin shook his head. "The Cycleborn sealed the Unwritten. That door wasn’t meant to be touched again."

Kaela clenched her fist.

"It’s being picked open."

---

The Rebellion of Creation

Far below Emberwatch, hidden in a vault no one remembered building, a spark lit.

Not flame.

Not void.

Something new.

A creature stirred in a bed of shattered memories—long limbs, flickering eyes, a shape that refused to hold.

It whispered its own name.

Not aloud.

Just once.

> "Thalen."

Not the Darian of before.

Not a Cyclebearer.

Something born after.

Born from the echo of the Seventh Cycle.

Born wrong.

---

Isen’s Awakening

That night, Isen dreamed.

But it wasn’t hers.

She stood in a white world, endless.

Before her—six doors.

Each labeled:

Flame

Storm

Time

Mind

Stone

Void

A seventh hovered above: Creation.

She opened it.

Inside was Darian.

But only for a moment.

Then he shattered into pieces of light.

And one of those pieces...

Floated into her.

She awoke gasping.

And the walls of her cottage caught fire.

-Twelve Years Ago — Just Before the End

Darian stood before the Door of Origin, wind coiling around him, six forces humming inside his chest.

The Seventh—Creation—waited in his palm, unfinished, unshaped.

Behind him, the world was unraveling. The Unwritten had breached too far. Whole cities blinked from existence, memories splintered into dust, and silence crept over the land like a disease.

But Darian stood firm.

He placed one hand upon the Door’s frame and whispered:

> "I am not the end. I am the pen."

And with that, he sealed it shut.

The world rebuilt itself.

The Cycleborn vanished.

And the story paused—but didn’t end.

---

Present Day – Emberwatch

Kaela stood in the council chamber, her hand resting on the newly recovered shard. Her face betrayed nothing, but her thoughts raced.

Across from her, Neriya folded her arms. "That voice inside the shard—you heard it too?"

Kaela nodded once. "It said he didn’t finish the story."

Solin adjusted his spectacles, frowning. "Impossible. Darian sealed the story. The Seventh Cycle closed it. The Unwritten was trapped in the void."

"Then explain this," Kaela snapped, tapping the flickering glyph glowing inside the crystal. "This was his light. His creation. But it wasn’t him who spoke. It was someone—or something—using what he left behind."

Neriya’s shadow hissed. "The librarian..."

Kaela turned. "What did you say?"

"I’ve heard whispers. In places between. A figure moving through dreampaths, collecting broken verses. Calling himself a Librarian of Shadows."

Solin’s eyes widened. "He was in the records of the Forgotten Vault. One who archived what could never be written. A servant of the Unwritten. We assumed he perished when Darian shattered the Voidbearer."

Kaela exhaled sharply. "Well, he’s back. And he’s found her."

---

At the Whispering Cliffs

Isen stood barefoot in the ash of her burned cottage.

The fire hadn’t touched her skin.

It had come from her.

The librarian stood nearby, arms folded, face still veiled in shadow.

"That power inside you? It’s not his, Isen. It’s yours."

She narrowed her eyes. "You said I remembered things. You said I was born from a spark. What does that mean?"

"It means," he said softly, "you are a fragment of Darian’s choice. Not a child of his body, but of his will."

She stared at her palms. Sparks danced across her fingertips.

He continued, "When Darian forged the Seventh Cycle, pieces of him fractured. One became a guardian. One became a lock. And one... became you."

Her voice was barely a whisper. "So what am I?"

"You," he said, stepping closer, "are the last spark of Creation."

---

Deep Beneath Emberwatch

Neriya descended into the Cradle of Echoes, a place sealed since Darian’s sacrifice.

The air thrummed with old power—not hostile, but heavy.

At its heart lay a mirror.

Not one of glass.

One made from woven memory.

She knelt before it and placed her hand upon the surface.

A ripple.

Then a voice.

Faint. Familiar.

> "Neriya... why now?"

Her breath caught. "Because they’re coming. Someone’s found a piece of you."

The mirror dimmed, then brightened again.

> "Then I don’t have much time."

---

Far Across the World – The Forgotten Keep

The Librarian of Shadows walked into a chamber lined with floating scrolls.

Each one bore a single phrase.

Each one was wrong.

"He chose peace. He should have chosen silence."

"The Seventh Cycle was never meant to be permanent."

"The Unwritten cannot be trapped forever."

He reached out and plucked one scroll from the air, holding it to the flame that danced on his fingertip.

The scroll didn’t burn.

It laughed.

> "Creation must consume its creator."

He smiled.

"Soon, it will."

---

Meanwhile – Inside the Memory of Flame

Darian existed in a place no longer bound by time.

He stood alone in a white space, surrounded by moments.

Every Cycle he’d mastered danced around him like loyal stars. Yet his body flickered, fractured by the strain of containing so much.

A voice reached him.

> "They’re waking up."

He turned.

A silhouette approached—one made of shadow and storm, flame and void.

"She’s not ready," he said quietly.

The voice replied, "She doesn’t have time to be."

"Then we must guide her."

"Or she will replace you."

Darian looked up.

Not in fear.

But in sorrow.

> "Let her."

A week later, Isen wandered the ruins of an old stone amphitheater just east of Emberwatch. Burned glyphs lined the walls—symbols of the First Flame, remnants of Darian’s original cycle.

She could feel them. Hear them.

Each mark pulsed when she passed.

The Librarian followed, silent. Watching.

"You brought me here for a reason," she said.

"I did. The First Flame remembers everything—especially those it helped forge. This place once crowned Darian. It might answer you too."

She stepped into the center of the stone ring.

The wind stopped.

Time buckled.

A vision slammed into her:

A younger Darian, standing right where she was. Fire spiraling around him, thunder cracking from his voice.

> "This world is not mine to burn—but I will if I must."

He turned, eyes locking with hers—as if he saw her.

She gasped, stumbling back.

The vision shattered.

The Librarian whispered, "You saw him."

"He looked right at me."

"Good. That means the Echo heard you. It means Darian still remembers."

---

Elsewhere – Darian’s Flamecore

In the memory realm, Darian jolted. His hand trembled.

One of the Cycle echoes dimmed, then burned brighter.

He saw a girl. Violet-eyed. Standing in the Amphitheater.

"Isen..."

He turned to the shadow beside him.

"She touched the Flame. We must act now. Before the Librarian rewrites her."

The shadow said nothing.

But Darian’s hands glowed with fire once more.

He was waking up.

And the story wasn’t finished.

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