LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 32: Chapter 29: A Name That Lingers
The first time someone uttered the name Yeaia Nolas, it was a whisper in the dark.
A priest of the Evernight Church, deep in meditation, had felt a strange disturbance in the threads of fate. The sensation was unlike anything they had ever encountered—a gap, a tear, a missing page where something should have been.
The priest reached out with their mind, tracing the edges of this invisible void.
And in that fleeting moment, they heard it.
"Yeaia."
A name not spoken, but remembered.
A thought that was not their own, yet settled deep within them.
When they opened their eyes, they found the name on the tip of their tongue, lingering like a dream half-forgotten upon waking.
They could say it.
They could think it.
But the moment they tried to write it down, it was gone.
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The Ripple Effect
The priest, disturbed but intrigued, shared this anomaly with a trusted colleague.
"Do you remember it?"
"Remember what?"
"The name I just said."
"...Yes, but I can't quite grasp it."
"Try writing it."
They did.
The ink vanished before the first letter was complete.
It wasn't erased.
It simply ceased to be.
And yet, the moment the name was spoken again, they remembered.
A realization spread through the Evernight Church like wildfire.
The name could be known—but never captured.
A name that could only exist within the fragile vessel of memory.
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The Fool's Test
In the gray fog, Klein(?) considered the implications carefully.
Seated at the long table of The Tarot Club, he studied the expressions of those gathered.
"Repeat the name I just said." he instructed The Hanged Man, The Star, and Justice.
Alger Wilson frowned. "Yeaia Nolas."
Audrey nodded. "I remember it clearly."
Fors hesitated, then sighed. "I feel like I shouldn't be able to."
Klein(?) tapped his fingers against the armrest of his high-backed chair.
He lifted a sheet of parchment, took a pen, and attempted to write it himself.
The moment the ink touched the page, it bled away into nothingness.
His gaze darkened.
"A name that exists only as an idea."
It was not a curse.
It was not divine interference.
It was a fundamental rejection from reality itself.
And that meant something far more terrifying:
Yeaia should not exist—but does anyway.
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The Path of Dreams
Meanwhile, in another part of the world, a dreamwalker of the Visionary Pathway drifted through the subconscious threads of humanity.
They had seen glimpses of a figure outside the script of fate, shifting between forms, neither bound nor broken.
And within those dreams, the name had been whispered—
Not by a person.
Not by a god.
But by the dreamscape itself.
"Yeaia Nolas."
It was a name that refused to be forgotten, no matter how many times it slipped away.
A name that would always return to the minds of those who had once heard it—
Even if they could never truly keep it.
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The Consequence
From that moment forward, Yeaia's name became a ghost among words.
It could be spoken.
It could be heard.
It could be remembered—but never fully grasped.
Like the last note of a song fading before you can hum it back.
Like the shape of a dream slipping away the moment you wake.
The gods took notice.
The scholars took notice.
And fear began to spread.
Because if something could exist without a place in fate—
Then nothing could predict what it would become.
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End of Chapter 29
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