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this book had to be about the White Knights—if White Knights even existed.
    I don’t know when I fell asleep, because the next thing I remembered was the Mist Apparition. “ The Book! The Book! Don’t give up the book! Tell no Initiate!” I saw Shezdon. I saw the book. I saw dozens of other images flash, far too numerous to count and flipping too fast to recognize.
    I sat bolt upright in my bed. Shezdon’s book lay open beneath me. Mist swirled around my room, but not as thickly as it had after my last apparition. Whatever sent the apparition sounded… scared. How could a Guardian be scared?
    I heard a knock at my door, and Meena rushed in. “Have you heard?”
    “No! What!”
    “Scholar Shezdon died last night.”
    “What?” There was no way that the book, the Apparition, and his death were coincidences. How could he be not there? I only saw him a few hours ago. The whole concept seemed surreal.
    Meena gaped at the Mist. “Guardians’ balls,” she whispered.
    I glared at her curse, but didn’t correct her.  Bigger things were going on.  And at the moment I wasn’t so sure I wanted to give any honor to the Guardians. It was their fault that I wasn’t studying to be a Scholar. “What about Shezdon? What happened?”
    “Was this from an Apparition?” She went over to the Mist and swooshed her hands through it. It moved like thick smoke.
    “What happened to Shezdon?” I repeated. The Guardians could wait.
    “Nazarie is calling it old age. When my father heard, he sent me a note that said some of the soldiers don’t believe it was a natural death. He warned me to keep my head down. Something very big is going on.”
    “I think I know why Shezdon died.” I shut the book and told Meena about my meeting with Shezdon last night and the Mist Apparition that I had. “And it said exactly what Shezdon had said: to tell no Initiate. Why would it say that?”
    She sat down on my bed and stroked the book gently, her scholarly curiosity overcoming her fear. “The Edging of the World? What is this?” She opened the book to a random page. “Wait… can you read this?”
    I shook my head. “No. It must be a dead language. The characters are so completely different from anything else I’ve seen. Some of the characters remind me of ancient Cuneiform, but not enough to give me even a tiny hint as to what the words mean.”
    “What?” she hissed. I am not sure what her expression held—some combination of fear, surprise, and shock. Her fingers jumped back from the book as if it had burned her.
    “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.”
    Meena didn’t respond for a moment. She opened and closed her mouth a few times and then went into the hallway and looked around, making sure no one was within earshot. “Listen. There isn’t any time to explain any of this. There is a rumor—myth, really—about someone prophesied to fix The Edge. A book was created that explained how this person could fix The Edge. Eventually the Scholars decided that the risk was too great—”
    “What risk and what prophecy? Did you just read a bunch of your sister’s goblin stories?”
    “They tried to destroy the book, but the Prophecy was too strong, and the book wound too tightly in it. The closest they could come was to blank out the pages of the book and hide it.”
    “But obviously the pages aren’t blank,” I retorted.
    “That’s the thing… I can’t see any symbols on these pages,” she said.
    “Maybe we should ask Nazarie?”
    “You can’t do that. She’s an Initiate.”
    “She’s my aunt.”
    “Your Apparition said no Initiates; do you think it’s coincidental? Any of this?”
    “What is this myth? Why haven’t I heard it before?”
    “Because, until I saw this book, I thought it was simply a story that my father would tell.” Meena’s eyes were wide with excitement. “But this must be a sign.”
    “I’m going to go ask Nazarie,” I said.
    “I’m sure that Nazarie has nothing to do with this,