ԋαρριʅყ ҽʋҽɾ αϝƚҽɾ...σɾ Ⴆҽϝσɾҽ?

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁

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Rosalie paced the dusty attic, her bare feet whispering against the aged floorboards. The air hung heavy with the scent of forgotten memories – mothballs and leather-bound tomes. Corvus sat hunched over a massive oaken desk, poring over an ancient, leather-bound tome titled "Myths and Legends: Unveiling the Unseen."

Their once vibrant living room was now a battlefield, littered with maps, scrolls, half-eaten bowls of cold cereal, and a gnawing sense of dread. The twins' disappearance had plunged them into a maelstrom of grief and frantic action. Sleep was a distant memory, replaced by a relentless pursuit of answers.

"Anything?" Rosalie's voice broke the silence, her eyes pleading for a miracle.

Corvus slammed the book shut, frustration etched on his face. "Nothing concrete. Just whispers of hidden realms, portals veiled by moonlight, and forgotten magic, but all if not most are written under the assumtion that it is not really...real."

Rosalie sank onto a rickety chair, the weight of despair threatening to engulf her. "But... they're just children, Corvus. How could this have happened?"

"There has to be an explanation," Corvus growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Someone knew about the portal. Someone opened it."

A memory flickered in Rosalie's mind – a fleeting glimpse of a hooded figure in the forest clearing just before the strange light had engulfed them. But the details remained hazy, lost in the chaos of the moment.

"Do you think it was him?" Rosalie whispered, a tremor running through her voice.

Corvus rose, his shadow stretching across the room like a phantom. "The Headmaster? Maybe. It's too convenient that a portal just happened to open the moment we arrived."

Rosalie's brow furrowed. The Headmaster of the School for Good and Evil had always been an enigma, a shrouded figure who rarely interacted with the outside world. Whispers surrounded him – tales of immense power and an enigmatic presence.

"But why target our children?" Rosalie's voice rose, laced with a touch of hysteria.

Corvus placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "There's something they want," he said, his voice low and steady. "Something connected to the twins' unique heritage."

A shiver ran down Rosalie's spine. The thought of their children being pawns in a game orchestrated by the enigmatic Headmaster was a terrifying prospect. "We have to find them, Corvus. We can't let him…" Her voice trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air.

Corvus nodded grimly. "Their Ever and Never blood," he said, his voice filled with a newfound resolve. "It's a paradox, an anomaly. Maybe the Headmaster believes it holds the key to upsetting the balance, tipping the scales of good and evil."

A flicker of anger ignited in Rosalie's eyes. "He won't get away with it," she said, her voice hard with determination. "We'll find our children, and we'll expose his schemes."

Corvus knelt before an old, ornately carved chest tucked beneath the eaves. Lifting the lid, he revealed a worn tapestry depicting a swirling vortex of colors at the center of a moonlit forest.

"This tapestry," he explained, his voice filled with purpose, "it belonged to my grandmother. She used to tell stories about a hidden library, a repository of forgotten knowledge said to hold the key to other realms."