Starlight Chronicles: Shadows of the Lost Symbol

CHAPTER 1: Stepping into the Unknown

In the midday sun, the imposing gates of Starlight Academy of Advanced Sciences glistened. A mixture of excitement and anxiety filled the air as the six friends—Preet, Vishakha, Minal, Shivam, Pranit, and Abhi—stood at the door.

“This place is looks amazing!” Vishakha exclaimed, her eyes wide as she looked over the sleek buildings that lined the sprawling campus. “Archaeology will feel like an adventure every day here!”

"Yes, exactly. Shivam answered, laughing, "You get dusty artifacts, and we get lines of code," prodding his colleague student of computer engineering, Pranit.

Abhi and Minal looked at one other, grinning at the teasing between their buddies. "Well, we're preparing for the future in AI and data science. Abhi winked and said, "Just wait until we create algorithms to unravel your ancient mysteries."

The six pals chuckled, aware that their academic trajectories were diverging. When Preet, Vishakha, and the others learned they would not be attending the same classes, they experienced a twinge of regret. But the memories of their years together kept them connected even if they were in different branches.

[entering the college]

The college room is dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from a grand emblem that occupies the entire wall at the front of the room. The logo is so large that it nearly fills the room. It has a complex and enigmatic design that combines modern ambition with old wisdom.

With intertwined lines radiating outward in a radial pattern, a huge circular symbol stands in the centre. A stylized phoenix is rising inside the circle, its wings spread wide, its aura faintly bright. The bird's spiraling feathers, which reflect the concentric rings surrounding it, appear to represent rebirth and understanding.

Preet keeps looking at the impressive college logo when she notices a little pattern tucked away in the fine details of the phoenix's wings. As though engraved into the feathers themselves, the symbols are hardly noticeable. They have an interesting shape that blends in perfectly with the wings, and they shine a little in the faint light, yet they also have a very familiar appearance.

She feels as though she has seen it before. She recognizes the markings from somewhere, maybe an artifact from her archaeological studies or an old document she previously studied. The symbols tug at her memory like a misplaced clue.

The picture of the college logo kept coming back to Preet. She became sidetracked during lectures as the day went on and everyone got comfortable in their designated classes, her mind often returning to the phoenix's dim symbols. The puzzle stayed in the back of her mind even during practicals, when she was often preoccupied with her task.

She absently prodded at her lunch, looking around the room in the hopes of spotting something that would explain the mysterious patterns. The symbols persisted in haunting her thoughts as the day drew to a close and she headed home, their significance elusive. That emblem seemed to hold the secret to something significant, and Preet knew she couldn't stop until she discovered the truth.

[After college, late at night at Abhi’s house, the hum of his computer was the only sound that filled the room as he fine-tuned his program.]

The room was dark except for the brightness from Abhi's computer screen as he sat at his desk. His fingers danced over the keyboard, his eyes focused on the lines of code flashing across the monitor, as if he were about to make a breakthrough. He was working on a program that would utilize artificial intelligence (AI) to digitally recreate the original, complete forms from photos of antique sculptures that had cracked. For months, he had been fascinated by the notion that artificial intelligence, with its ability to identify patterns and fill in the blanks, could revitalize antiquated artifacts that had been damaged by the passage of time.

Shivam and Pranit sat across the room, absorbed in a video game, the sounds of clicking buttons and occasional shouts filling the air. Abhi, however, was focused entirely on his work—a complex neural network designed to "guess" missing pieces of sculptures from fragments. The AI had to decode the subtle patterns of ancient civilizations from just a few pixels, a challenge that consumed his thoughts.

[Shivam and Pranit sat across from each other, intensely focused on their video game, exchanging sharp, competitive banter as they battled for victory.]

Shivam: "Prepare to lose, Pranit. This is going to be like a horror movie... but with you as the victim."

Pranit: "Yeah? Well, I hope your game doesn’t have a 'respawn' button for your dignity."

Shivam: "Don't worry, it's already dead. Just like your chances of winning."

Pranit: "If this was a zombie apocalypse, you’d be the first one to get eaten."

Shivam: "Nah, I’d be the one surviving, while you’re busy getting bitten... then turning into a zombie who still can’t win at games."

Pranit: "At least I’ll have company. You’ll be alone... with just your broken controller."

Shivam: "Yeah, and you’ll be alone with your high score... in the ‘worst player’ hall of fame."

Pranit: "Just wait. I’ll haunt you with my comeback... if I’m not too busy haunting your dreams after this loss."

The screen flickered and then went black just as Pranit was about to deliver the game's last blow. Confused, they both gazed at the dark TV.

"Wait, what just happened?" asked Shivam.

Pranit: "Did I—did I win? What's happening?

They waited in the hopes that the power would be restored. Shivam got up and went to the power switch, flicking it a couple of times, but nothing changed.

Shivam: "It's not the fuse because the entire home is still on. This is strange.

Pranit: "Dude, this is some really amazing stuff. Are you certain you didn't cheat the game to keep from losing?

Shivam chuckled uneasily. "Yes, absolutely. I did precisely that... as you were about to win.

Abhi, who had been absorbed in his AI research on his laptop in the corner, glanced up abruptly with a serious expression just as they were ready to dismiss it.

Abhi said, "Wait... did the power just go out?"

Shivam: "Yes, right before Pranit's victory. I was going to accuse him of causing some strange malfunction.

Pranit : "Hey, I swear it wasn’t me this time!"

With a frown, Abhi got up and moved toward the window. The apartment was filled with dim shadows from the street lights that were still on outside. However, something didn't feel right.

Abhi: "This goes beyond a simple power outage. My laptop is giving me an odd reading. Something appears to be... interfering with the transmission.

Returning to his desk, he looked at his AI implementation. His software for reconstructing ancient sculptures was locked on the screen, but he noticed something else. In the backdrop, an odd pattern—a sequence of shifting, unreadable symbols—was taking shape.

"What is that?" asked Pranit. Is your PC malfunctioning as well?

"No, this isn't from my program," Abhi said. The system seems to be receiving something else.

Shivam: "All right, this is starting to become weird. "What is that?"

Abhi: "I'm not sure. However, it seemed as though someone or something was attempting to communicate. I doubt that the fact that it occurred immediately following the power outage is a coincidence.

Pranit : "Maybe it’s a sign to stop playing video games."

Shivam: "Yeah, or maybe we’ve just been playing too much. I’m starting to think we’re all losing our minds."

Abhi’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the empty screen, his thoughts racing. This wasn’t just a random glitch.

When 1 a.m. rolled around, the room's silence grew darker and dense. Abhi's laptop screen was the only source of light as the darkness outside seemed to press against the windows.

Shivam: (checking his phone) "All right, something's wrong. I can't get my phone to operate. Nothing will load on it.

Pranit: (swiping at his screen in frustration) "Same here. "My Wi-Fi has disappeared. What the hell?"

All of them looked at their phones, but none of them responded. They noticed that the clock on their screens was oddly an hour sooner than it should have been.

Shivam: "Observe the moment. My phone indicates that it is 11:45 p.m., but it is actually 1 a.m.

Abhi: (looking at the screen of his laptop, suddenly uncomfortable) "Mine too... There is undoubtedly a problem here.

They exchanged uncomfortable glances, but before they could continue, the lights in the room began to flicker once more, creating unpredictable shadows on the walls. The house was quiet except for the faint buzzing of the refrigerator.

The power abruptly went out entirely. The TV blinked off, and Abhi's laptop's screen went black.

"Not again…" said Pranit.

There was complete darkness for a moment. The lights came back on, the electronics hummed to life, and then, just as abruptly, everything was normal again. However, something seemed... strange. They seemed to have just encountered a glitch in reality itself.

Shivam: (exhaling in relief) "All right, that was eerie. What on earth just took place?

Pranit: "Dude, I'm not losing my mind. That was too strange.

Abhi took another look at his screen. His laptop had restarted, and the typical interface had taken the place of the symbols that had been appeared earlier. He gazed at the screen, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Abhi: "No, I... I need to figure this out." (quietly).

Pranit and Shivam yawned and stretched after a long silence. They were both obviously exhausted, and the adrenaline of the bizarre incident had worn off.

Shivam: "Dude, I'm crashing. After all that, I need to get some rest. "you good, Pranit?"

Pranit: "That's right. I have no idea what that was, but I won't put up with any more weirdness."

Shivam and Pranit settled on the couch, but Abhi remained at his desk, lost in thought. The room was silent, the only sound the faint hum of the electronics.

Staring at his laptop and then the blank page, Abhi couldn’t shake the image of the symbols. They had flickered so deliberately, too real to ignore. He grabbed a pen and began sketching, trying to recall every detail. The more he focused, the clearer they became.

Abhi: (whispering) "What are you trying to show me?"

CHAPTER 2: Exploring the town

It was a Saturday morning at the station, and the gang had gathered for their weekend getaway. Abhi, the punctual one, was already there, checking his watch with mild impatience.

Abhi: "How am I always the first one here? Seriously, is there a time zone you guys live in?"

Shivam: (walking up slowly, yawning) "We’re just giving you time to enjoy being early. It’s called self-care."

Pranit: (arriving last, breathless) "And I’m just here to ruin the illusion of punctuality. You’re welcome."

Minal: "Don’t worry, we were planning on leaving without you, but then we remembered you bring snacks."

Pranit: "And I’m basically the snack dealer. No snacks, no trip."

Vishakha: "Honestly, I don’t know if we’re going for a trip or a food festival at this point."

Abhi: "I swear, if we end up stranded because someone needs to finish a bag of chips, I’m leaving you all behind."

Shivam: "Relax, we’re not going to need a rescue mission. You’ve got snacks and a phone that can tell us the best route back. We’re good."

The train pulled in, and everyone hopped aboard, ready for a weekend of jokes, snacks, and absolutely no responsibility.

As the train sped down the tracks, the friends settled in for the ride, each of them already engaged in their own little world.

Abhi: "Alright, if we get lost, I’m blaming you guys. I’m the only one here with a sense of direction."

Shivam: "Relax, GPS. We’re just giving you a chance to be extra responsible."

Preet: "I’m just here for the snacks. Anything beyond that is overrated."

Pranit: "See, Preet gets it. Snacks over hiking any day."

Vishakha: "Hiking? I thought we were going on an adventure, not a cardio session."

Minal: "I thought we were just going to pretend to be lost and take cute pictures."

Shivam: "Perfect, we’ll get ‘lost’ and start a trend. #AdventurousInnocence."

Abhi: "I can’t even with you guys. I’m just trying to get us there without any detours."

Pranit: "Detours are fun. Besides, it’s not like you’re gonna let us wander off. You’ll be the one leading us."

Shivam: "Yeah, but Abhi doesn’t lead, he navigates... like a strict teacher on a field trip."

Preet: "The only thing strict about Abhi is his schedule. I bet he’s already planned the whole trip by the minute."

Abhi: (smirking) "You guys want the schedule? I’ve got one”

After a smooth train ride filled with laughter and playful banter, the group finally arrived at their destination—Eldertown, a quaint town nestled between hills, surrounded by dense forests and crumbling ruins. The town was known for its peaceful atmosphere and rich history, but few knew of the strange occurrences that had been whispered about for generations.

The moment they stepped off the train, they were met with a slightly eerie, yet charming, old-world vibe. The cobblestone streets, lined with ancient buildings, gave off an air of mystery. The tall, overgrown trees in the distance cast long shadows, making it feel like the town was hiding secrets, almost daring them to uncover them.

Shivam stretched and took a deep breath.

Shivam: “This place feels like it’s straight out of an old mystery novel.”

Preet: “I wouldn’t be surprised if there were ghosts around here.”

Pranit: (looking around) “Nah, man. I’m more interested in the mystery behind the town. What’s with all the legends?”

Vishakha: “Exactly. Eldertown’s history is full of strange stories—like how the town was founded by a group of archaeologists who disappeared without a trace. No one ever figured out what happened to them.”

Minal: “Wait, archaeologists disappearing? That sounds suspicious. Maybe they found something they weren’t supposed to.”

Abhi: (with a sly smile) “Oh, you’re one for a good conspiracy, huh, Minal? If there’s treasure involved, I’m all in.”

The group strolled through the village, admiring the ancient buildings and towering trees.

Shivam: “Feels like we’re in a history book. These buildings are old.”

Pranit: “Yeah, but no bad fashion here. This place looks timeless.”

As the sun set, they found a cozy inn called The Eldertown Inn. After checking in, they gathered around the fireplace for dinner.

Preet: “Alright, you want to hear something weird? Eldertown wasn’t always a village. It was founded by a group of archaeologists in the 1800s. They came to explore ancient ruins... and then just disappeared.”

Vishakha: “Wait, vanished? Like, no trace?”

Preet: “Yep, gone. No bodies, no clues. Some say they found a hidden temple, and others think they upset something ancient.”

Shivam: “So, we’re in a creepy village with a ghost story? Classic.”

Pranit: “Sounds like a horror movie. Are we gonna see monsters?”

Minal: “Is that why the villagers won’t talk about it?”

Preet: “Exactly. They avoid the forest, especially the ‘Forbidden Zone.’ Weird stuff happens every year around the anniversary of their disappearance.”

Abhi: “Great. I’ll just be here with my snacks, pretending this isn’t a setup for a monster movie.”

The group laughed, but the eerie tales lingered in their minds. As the night wore on, a chill filled the air that wasn’t just from the cold. By morning, they were ready to head back home, the strange stories of Eldertown still echoing in their thoughts.

[next day morning in college]

There was a lot of confusion and excitement in the college. The six friends sensed the change in energy as soon as they arrived on campus. Groups of pupils congregated in corners, speaking in low, urgent tones.

Have you heard? "Last night, someone broke into the library!" a student whispered as the group went by.

"And the room for archaeology! Another said, "The place is trashed—they broke the locks."

Shivam's eyebrows went up. "Really? Who had the courage to enter the archaeology room? Old bones, what's there to even steal?

Preet crossed her arms and scoffed. She rolled her eyes and remarked, "Perhaps it's some overly eager student searching for the secrets of the ancients.'? "Only to be disappointed by dust."

Abhi shrugged. “Or maybe they thought they'd find something more valuable. I mean, why else would anyone risk getting caught?”

Vishakha was unusually quiet, her brows knitted in thought. “You know, there’s got to be a reason they’d go for both places,” she murmured. “Library and archaeology… That’s not exactly random.”

Minal tilted her head. “Maybe they were looking for something specific, but what could be so important in there? Notes on ancient pottery?”

Pranit yawned, leaning back. “Or maybe they just wanted a thrill. People do stupid stuff all the time.”

“Not like this,” Vishakha muttered, shaking her head. “Breaking security, smashing locks… They had to know what they were after.”

Abhi looked at her with a curious smile. “So, what are you thinking? That someone was on some kind of secret mission?”

Vishakha glanced at her friends, her voice lowering. “I don’t know, but whoever did this is clearly looking for something important. And I bet they’re not done.”

The friends exchanged uneasy glances. Whatever had happened last night, it seemed more than just a prank.

After classes, the six friends stopped by their usual café, still thinking about the break-in. They huddled around a table, drinks in hand, each of them casting glances at the others, waiting for someone to speak.

Preet broke the silence. “You know… there’s something I didn’t mention before. On the first day, I noticed something strange about the college logo. Ancient symbols, hidden in the design. They’re only visible in the morning light.”

Abhi raised his eyebrows. “Ancient symbols? You’re sure?”

Preet nodded. “They’re faint, but they’re definitely there. I thought it was just part of the design.”

Abhi’s expression turned serious. “I didn’t know how those symbols looked, but a few nights ago, something strange happened. Symbols like you’re describing… they flashed across my computer screen while I was working.”

Shivam looked between them, half-amused, half-intrigued. “Are we actually saying we’re seeing the same symbols in different places?”

Minal leaned forward, whispering, “So, they’re hidden in the logo, showing up on Abhi’s computer, and then someone breaks into the archaeology room? This isn’t random.”

Pranit shrugged. “Maybe we’re just seeing things, but… this sounds way too deliberate.”

Vishakha nodded, her voice serious. “Whoever broke in isn’t just after random artifacts. They’re after something connected to these symbols.”

As they sat in silence, each of them knew that whatever was going on, it was bigger than any of them had realized—and they were right in the middle of it.

CHAPTER 3: the Town Expedition

Winter exams had finally ended, and the campus had begun to empty out as students headed home for the holidays. But for the six friends, a new mission had just begun. Christmas break wasn’t for relaxation this time—it was the perfect chance to solve the mystery behind the strange break-in and the symbols they kept encountering. They’d decided that the best place to start was ElderTown, a quiet village rumored to hold secrets of the past.

To cover more ground, the group split into two teams: Shivam, Abhi, and Preet in one, and Minal, Pranit, and Vishakha in the other. They’d take different paths around the town and surrounding areas, searching for any evidence or traces that could link back to the strange events on campus.

“Alright, team ‘A’ is officially on the move,” Abhi said, glancing at his watch. “Let’s hope team ‘B’ doesn’t get lost in the woods.”

Pranit, hearing this from the other side of the train platform, rolled his eyes. “Trust us, ‘B’ stands for ‘Better,’” he called back. “We’ll have answers before you even get there.”

With a mix of humor and curiosity, both teams set off, each with their own direction, eager to uncover the secrets that ElderTown held. Little did they know that the paths they were about to take would lead to more than just clues—they would lead to answers they hadn’t even been prepared to find.

The cold winter air bit at their faces as Shivam, Abhi, and Preet made their way through the narrow, cobblestone streets of ElderTown. The town, quiet and tucked away from the bustle of modern life, seemed like something out of a forgotten time, its weathered buildings standing as silent witnesses to generations past. The trio had decided to start their search in the heart of the town—its old library, a place rumored to hold more than just books.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Preet muttered, glancing at the ivy-covered walls. “How do people even read in here without tripping on the dust?”

Shivam grinned. “Simple—by stumbling across secrets and ancient mysteries. I’m telling you, this place looks like it’s hiding something.”

Abhi just shook his head, adjusting his backpack. “Let’s just focus. We’re looking for something that ties all this back to the college. Don’t get distracted by the spooky vibes.”

The library’s doors creaked open, and they stepped into the dimly lit room. Shelves upon shelves of dusty, leather-bound books lined the walls, many of them seemingly untouched for decades. They split up, scanning the titles for anything that might help explain the strange symbols and the break-in at their college.

As Preet pulled a thick, yellowing book from one of the shelves, Shivam’s eyes were drawn to something far more unusual. Tucked away in a corner of the library, a small, unmarked book caught his attention. It was tucked between two much larger volumes, almost as if it was trying to hide itself.

“What do we have here?” Shivam muttered, pulling the book out from its hiding spot. The cover was plain, weathered by age, with no title. The pages inside were old, brittle, but when he flipped to the first one, something caught his eye.

A single symbol was drawn at the top of the page—an intricate design of a bird perched on a sword. The lines were sharp, almost violent, and the bird’s wings stretched out, curving around the blade. But what struck Shivam the most was that the rest of the pages in the book were completely empty. It was as if the book had been abandoned halfway through.

“Hey, Abhi. Preet,” Shivam called quietly, beckoning them over. “Look at this.”

Abhi and Preet came over, exchanging curious glances. Abhi raised an eyebrow as he saw the symbol. “What’s with the weird bird and sword? It looks familiar somehow…”

Preet leaned in closer, squinting at the page. “It’s almost like… a warning?” she mused. “But there’s nothing else in the book? That’s strange. What happened to the rest of it?”

Shivam flipped through the pages, but they were all blank, just as the first page had been. “It’s like half the book is just… gone. Vanished. And this symbol doesn’t even match anything I’ve seen in the library before.”

Abhi took a closer look at the symbol. “This could be the clue we’ve been looking for. But why only one symbol? And why is the book in such bad shape?”

Before anyone could respond, they heard the sound of the front door opening. Someone was entering the library. The three friends exchanged glances, quickly tucking the mysterious book under Shivam’s arm. Whatever this symbol meant, it was the lead they had been hoping for.

“I think we need to dig deeper into this,” Abhi whispered.

Preet nodded, her eyes scanning the shadows in the library. “But first, let’s get out of here without drawing attention. We’ll look at this more later.”

With the strange book in hand, the trio decided to leave the library. They had more questions now than when they arrived—and they knew the next step of their journey was going to be far more complicated than they ever imagined.

As the group was about to leave the library, a voice, hoarse and ancient, suddenly broke the silence. "Stop right there."

The three friends turned sharply, startled by the unexpected interruption. Standing in the shadowy corner of the room was an elderly man, hunched over, his face weathered by time. His eyes gleamed with an unsettling knowledge, his trembling hands clutching a lantern that cast long, flickering shadows across the room.

"You’ve taken something that doesn’t belong to you," he said, his voice sharp despite his frailty.

Shivam blinked, confused, as he glanced at Abhi and Preet. "What do you mean? We’re just—"

"The book," the old man interrupted, pointing at the mysterious volume in Shivam’s hand. "Give it to me."

After a moment of hesitation, Preet stepped forward, her curiosity piqued. She gently handed the book back to the old man. As he took it, he examined it carefully, his hands shaking, before locking eyes with them.

“This book belonged to my father,” the old man said, his voice softening. “He was the keeper of this library. A humble man, but he knew the importance of the books here, especially that one.”

Abhi raised an eyebrow. "Your father was the keeper here? But how does the book tie into everything?"

The old man nodded slowly, looking lost in his memories. "My father was an ordinary bookkeeper here, managing the library. But one day, an archaeologist came to town—a man obsessed with the mysteries surrounding ElderTown. My father wasn’t much for adventure, but he helped the archaeologist when he came asking about an ancient book, a book said to hold the key to uncovering the town’s deepest secrets."

Preet’s eyes widened. “So, the book we found… it’s connected to that archaeologist?”

The old man’s expression darkened. “Yes. My father never knew the full story. But the archaeologist found something deep in the town—perhaps in the ruins or in some hidden place—and came back with that book. He thought it was the key to unlocking the mystery of ElderTown, but when he brought it to my father, something was wrong. Half of the pages were torn. The book was incomplete, and yet the archaeologist believed it held great power.”

Shivam leaned in, fascinated. “So, your father kept the book here?”

The old man sighed, his eyes filled with regret. “For a time. But despite my father’s best efforts, he couldn’t make sense of it. He tried to read the remaining pages, searching for any clues, but they were blank—like they had been wiped clean. He told me that one day, he found the book on the floor, half-open. And when he looked at it, the pages seemed… different. As if someone had figured out how to read them. But the other half, the missing pages, were gone.”

Preet frowned. “That’s what we found—the book was half empty. But what does it all mean?”

The old man’s face tightened. “I don’t know. My father passed away before he could uncover the truth, and the book has been locked away ever since. But one thing’s clear—the archaeologist didn’t finish what he started. Whoever took the missing pages, they knew something that we don’t. And they didn’t want anyone to find out.”

Abhi’s voice was quiet but determined. “So someone figured out how to read the book? And what happened to the missing pages?”

The old man shook his head, his grip tightening on the book. “I wish I knew. But I’ve spent years trying to uncover the secrets my father left behind. I don’t know who took the pages, but I do know one thing—whatever they were after, it’s still out there. And now, it seems you’re on the same path.”

The three friends exchanged glances. The mystery was deeper than they had imagined, and the old man’s words left a chilling weight in the air.

“If you find the missing pages,” the old man added, his voice dropping to a whisper, “be careful. Some things are better left hidden.”

With that cryptic warning, the old man slowly shuffled back into the shadows of the library. The friends stood there, unsure of what to make of it all. One thing was clear: the search for the missing pages wasn’t just a hunt for answers—it was a journey into a past that might be better left forgotten.

As they stepped toward the library’s exit, the weight of the old man’s words still hung heavily in the air. But just before they could leave, Abhi turned back, his curiosity piqued by one final question.

“Wait,” Abhi called out, his voice filled with urgency. “Do you know the name of the archaeologist who came here? The one who had the book?”

The old man paused, his weathered eyes narrowing as he thought for a moment. He shook his head slowly. “I never knew his name,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. “But… there was something. Something he left behind. A letter. Written to my late father.”

The old man shuffled across the room and pulled out a faded envelope from a drawer. He handed it to Abhi, his hands trembling slightly as he did so. The letter was yellowed with age, the paper brittle, but the ink was still legible.

The old man’s voice dropped to a whisper. “This letter… it was the only thing the archaeologist left behind, along with a strange symbol.”

The three friends gathered around as Abhi carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. It was written in a neat, old-fashioned script, but the real shock came when they saw the signature at the bottom.

“Look at this,” Abhi muttered, pointing to the signature. Preet leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing.

The signature was clear, but what caught their attention was the symbol next to it. A phoenix, intricately drawn, rising from a sword. The same symbol that had haunted them ever since the day they first saw it on the college logo.

Preet’s breath caught in her throat. “No… it can’t be…”

The three friends stared at the symbol, their hearts racing. It was identical to the one they had seen at the college. The one they had all noticed but hadn’t been able to place. And yet, it was somehow different. This one was older, more detailed—ancient, even.

“But why would this archaeologist use the same symbol as the one on the college logo?” Shivam asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “This is getting stranger by the minute.”

Preet’s mind raced, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall where she had seen the signature before. Something about it felt familiar, but she couldn’t piece it together. It was as if the memory was just out of reach, lingering in the back of her mind, taunting her with the truth.

“This signature…” Preet muttered to herself, tapping her fingers against the letter. “I’ve seen it somewhere before. But where?”

Abhi raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? You recognize it?”

“I think so,” she replied, frustrated. “But it’s like it’s right there on the tip of my tongue. I just can’t place it.”

The old man, who had been silently watching their reactions, suddenly spoke up. “You’ll find the answers you’re looking for, but I warn you… some mysteries are better left unsolved.”

The three friends exchanged uneasy glances. The connection between the book, the symbol, and the archaeologist was becoming clearer, yet more confusing at the same time. They had come here seeking answers, but with each new discovery, they found themselves facing even more questions.

“We need to figure out who this archaeologist was,” Abhi said, determination rising in his voice. “And why he was so interested in ElderTown. That letter might be our only lead.”

“Agreed,” Preet said, still lost in thought. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. I know I’ve seen that signature before... I just need to remember where.”

With the letter in hand, they made their way out of the library, their minds racing with the implications of what they had just uncovered. The symbol was the key to everything—there was no doubt about it now. But the true meaning behind it, and its connection to the college, the archaeologist, and the town’s secrets, was still hidden.

As they stepped into the cold night air, the mystery deepened, and Preet felt a nagging feeling at the back of her mind. She couldn’t shake the image of that signature, the familiarity of it. It was almost like a memory, waiting to be unlocked.

[group B’s expedition]

After an hour of trekking through the thick forest, the sun beating down on them, Group B finally reached the entrance to the archaeological site. Minal, Pranit, and Vishakha were covered in sweat and dirt, but their excitement far outweighed their exhaustion.

"Well, at least we didn’t get lost," Minal said, panting dramatically as she wiped her forehead. “I was about to start giving directions with a stick like an old map-wielding explorer."

They pushed through the gates, their eyes widening at the sight of the ancient architecture in front of them. The building had the majestic look of a long-forgotten temple, its stone pillars standing tall against the ravages of time. Tourists were milling about, taking pictures and chatting amongst themselves.

“Finally, some real culture,” Vishakha said with a grin, looking at the tourists and then at the temple. “I was beginning to think we’d be stuck wandering in the forest forever.”

“Hey, don’t knock it. Nature has its charm,” Pranit replied with a smirk, while Minal feigned a dramatic swoon.

Inside the temple, the atmosphere shifted. The grand structure smelled of ancient wood and stone, the air thick with history. The walls were covered in intricate carvings that told stories of gods and battles. The trio made their way toward the main hall, where a guide, an old man with a grizzled beard and sharp eyes, was standing before a group of tourists.

“Welcome, welcome,” the guide said, adjusting his glasses as he looked at them. “This is the Temple of the Four Guardians. Built centuries ago, it was once home to four sacred idols. But,” he lowered his voice dramatically, “two of those idols were stolen many years ago, and no one knows where they are now. It’s said that whoever possesses them gains untold power.”

The group exchanged glances, their intrigue piqued. “Untold power?” Minal whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

The guide continued, undeterred. “The remaining two idols are still here, but one of them was damaged over time, and a piece of it is missing. Some say the missing part is the key to unlocking the temple’s deepest secret.”

“Sounds like something out of an adventure novel,” Pranit whispered to Vishakha. “Maybe we should find the idols, become heroes, and save the world.”

“Oh sure,” Vishakha replied sarcastically, “I’ll just start looking for ancient artifacts while you plan our grand rescue mission.” She rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips.

The guide then gestured toward the idol that was still standing, though broken in several places. “This idol,” he said, “has been here for centuries. Unfortunately, time has not been kind to it, and some pieces have been chipped away.”

Vishakha walked closer, her eyes narrowing as she examined the idol. It looked like an ancient warrior, its stone form still imposing despite the cracks. She took out her phone and snapped a quick picture of the broken idol, intrigued by the missing piece.

“You think there’s something hidden in the design?” Minal asked, squinting at the stone figure.

“I don’t know,” Vishakha said, tapping her phone with an almost scientific precision. “But let’s find out.”

She moved closer to the walls, her eyes scanning the intricate carvings. The patterns seemed familiar, though she couldn’t place where she had seen them before. Her fingers brushed over the cool stone, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. There were symbols, yes, but none of them matched the ones they had seen earlier at the college or in the book.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the town, both groups made their way back to the railway station, exhausted but brimming with the excitement of what they had uncovered. The cold air of the evening hit them as they trudged toward the platform, their backpacks heavy with the weight of their discoveries.

“Never thought trekking would be part of the plan,” Minal grumbled, rubbing her sore legs as they approached the station. “I’m never trusting any of you to pick the next adventure.”

Vishakha, who had been walking silently, smiled at the banter. “Can we just get on the train first? We’ll argue later.”

The journey back was quiet, each of them lost in their thoughts about the day’s findings. Their minds were buzzing with questions, the pieces of the puzzle still scattered, but the excitement of putting them together kept them awake.

By the time they reached the station in their hometown, it was already late. The streets were empty, the chill of the winter night creeping into their bones. The group split up, each heading toward their respective homes to rest for the night.

“Tomorrow at Preet’s,” Abhi reminded them as they all walked in different directions. “We’ll talk through everything then.”

[morning 9:00 AM at preet’s house]

Everyone gathered at Preet’s house, eager to discuss their discoveries from the expedition. Preet was the first to speak.

“So, here’s what we found,” she began, quickly summarizing their visit to the town. “We met an old man in the library, who showed us a book that was torn in half. We also found a letter from an archaeologist with a symbol that matches the one on our college logo. There’s definitely something deeper here.”

Vishakha chimed in, taking over. “We went to the temple site. There were tourists, but the guide mentioned two idols were stolen, and one was broken. I took a picture of the broken one.” She pulled out her phone and showed them the image of the broken idol.

Abhi stared at the photo Vishakha showed him, his mind racing. “Wait a second,” he muttered. “I’ve been working on an AI model that repairs broken artifacts. This idol—my AI can predict how it would have looked before it broke.”

The group watched as Abhi opened his laptop, typing quickly. The AI model began processing the image, taking time to generate a prediction of the idol’s original form. The room fell silent as the screen flickered and started to reveal the reconstructed image, but it would take a while.

Meanwhile, Preet sat back, her brow furrowed in thought. The old book, the archaeologist, the strange symbols, and the signature—it all seemed so familiar, yet elusive. She glanced at Vishakha, who was also deep in thought, but neither of them could remember where they had seen that signature before.

Preet leaned forward, frustrated. “I know I’ve seen that signature somewhere… But I can’t place it. Do you remember anything, Vishakha?”

Vishakha shook her head. “Nothing.” Both of them stared at the screen, waiting for the AI to finish.

As the AI finally completed its process, the original image of the idol appeared on the screen. The group leaned in, their eyes wide in anticipation. It was a stunning reconstruction—an intricately designed idol that had once been whole, its features sharp and symmetrical.

Vishakha studied the image intently, her mind racing. Suddenly, her eyes widened with realization. “Wait,” she said, her voice low. “I’ve seen something like this before.”

She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her gallery, pulling up a photo of the college’s archaeology room. “In the archaeology room at college, one of the broken pieces is similar to this idol. It’s displayed in a glass case—it’s been there for as long as I can remember. I always thought it was just another artifact. But now…” She trailed off, her thoughts racing.

Preet’s eyes narrowed as she processed the information. “So, that broken piece—what if it’s part of the idol? The one from the temple?”

“Could be,” Abhi said, still staring at the screen. “That means the broken idol wasn’t the only one here. Maybe whoever’s behind this mess has been looking for more pieces.”

CHAPTER 4: Connecting the dots

The next morning, Minal, Vishakha, and Preet headed to the college. Their goal was clear—find the broken piece from the archaeology room and discover more about its history. As they entered the room, they immediately noticed the artifact on display, a part of the idol they had seen in the AI’s reconstruction. It was encased in a glass box, partially cracked but unmistakably similar to the idol.

"Could this be one of the pieces that was stolen from the temple?" Preet murmured as she examined it closely.

“I think so,” Vishakha replied, touching the case lightly. "But we need to know where it came from, its origin. We need to figure out why it’s here and how it connects to everything."

They made their way to the library, pulling out old records and books about the history of the town and the temple. But despite hours of searching, they found nothing concrete—just vague mentions of the temple’s mysterious past and a few scattered references to the missing idols.

Frustrated, they decided to take a break and headed to the college cafeteria for some refreshment.

Meanwhile, back at Abhi’s house, the trio of Abhi, Shivam, and Pranit were focused on the AI. Shivam and Pranit were hard at work on the frontend and backend, ensuring the program was functioning smoothly. Abhi, however, was deep into fine-tuning the model, tweaking the algorithms to make it more accurate. His eyes flicked between the screen and the notebook where he had jotted down notes.

After a while, they decided to head to the cafeteria to meet up with the others and share updates.

When the three of them arrived, Minal, Vishakha, and Preet were already sitting at a table, looking tired but still determined.

“Anything new?” Abhi asked as he sat down.

“Not much,” Preet sighed. “The artifact is definitely connected to the idol we saw in the AI reconstruction, but we couldn’t find any more information about it. It’s almost like someone erased all traces.”

Vishakha nodded, still deep in thought. “I think the intrusion into the library and the archaeology room wasn’t random. Whoever did it knew exactly what they were looking for. And we didn’t even find anything in the records that could point us in the right direction.”

Shivam leaned in with a smirk. “Maybe you guys need an AI to help with your research.”

Abhi raised an eyebrow. “It’s already working on that.” He glanced at his laptop, which was still running. “But we need something more concrete to go off of.”

As they were leaving the college campus, the group was caught off guard when a gentleman in a well-tailored suit approached them. With a firm handshake, he greeted them.

"Excuse me, are you Pranit?" he asked, his voice calm but with a certain authority.

Pranit, who had been walking lazily with his hands in his pockets, looked up, slightly surprised. "Yeah, that's me," he said, his tone a bit nonchalant.

The man smiled. "I’m Rajesh Verma, alumni of this college. I studied under Dr. Vivek, your grandfather."

Everyone froze. Minal raised an eyebrow. "Your grandfather? Dr. Vivek? The legendary professor in archaeology?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise.

Pranit casually shrugged. "Yeah, that's him... But, you know, he’s just a retired old man now. Doesn’t like city life anymore, so he moved out to a farmhouse to live peacefully."

The entire group stood there, blinking at him in shock.

"Wait... What?" Vishakha’s voice was high-pitched in disbelief. "You never told us your grandfather was Dr. Vivek—the Dr. Vivek?! The one who wrote those famous books on ancient civilizations? The guy who’s basically a legend in archaeology?"

Pranit scratched his head. "Yeah, that’s him… But, you know, I didn’t think it was a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Preet laughed sarcastically. "Pranit, your grandfather is a living legend, and you never thought it was worth mentioning? What else are you hiding, huh? Do you have a secret family drama we don't know about?"

Abhi chimed in, trying to keep the mood light. "Right, next you’ll tell us you’re secretly a prince of some small kingdom, right? Or maybe you’ve got a long-lost sister who’s the heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune?"

Pranit rolled his eyes. "Can’t a guy be chill without his entire life being broadcast like a Bollywood blockbuster?"

Minal laughed. "Seriously, Pranit, you never thought to mention your legendary grandfather was an archaeologist?

Shivam, ever the jokester, added, "Yeah, and how come every time we find out something about your family, it’s like the plot twist in a suspense thriller? What’s next—Pranit’s secretly a millionaire and we’ve been living with him this whole time?"

Pranit, looking a little embarrassed but still maintaining his cool, sighed. "Okay, okay, maybe I didn’t think it was important... but now that you’re all so hyped about it, I’ll tell you more about Grandpa next time. But first, let me get back to my chill life, okay?"

Everyone laughed, shaking their heads, as Rajesh gave a small chuckle at the whole situation.

"You should really visit your grandfather sometime," Rajesh said, still smiling. "He’s been a huge influence on many of us here."

"I will... I guess," Pranit mumbled, still half-distracted by the banter.

Preet finally calmed down, though her annoyance with Pranit's secretive nature lingered. She shot him one last sarcastic glance before letting the conversation go.

Meanwhile, Abhi, who had been quietly contemplating, suddenly spoke up. "You know, guys… what if Pranit's grandfather knows something about all of this?" He gestured toward the empty book, the phoenix symbol, and the mysterious letter. "Dr. Vivek's expertise in archaeology could be the missing link. What if he knows the true history of those missing artifacts, or—" he hesitated, his voice trailing off, "—maybe even something about the symbols we've been seeing?"

Vishakha, who had been thoughtfully listening, nodded. "That's a good point. His knowledge could be crucial. He’s been in this field for so long, and there’s a chance he might have uncovered something we don’t know about yet."

Shivam leaned back against the car, squinting up at the sky as he interjected, "So, what are we waiting for? Let’s just go to his farmhouse and ask him ourselves. The sooner we get this mystery solved, the sooner I can stop pretending to study for exams."

Minal, always the practical one, added, "Yeah, and maybe we can get him to give us a few tips on ancient civilizations... or at least stop pretending we have no clue what we're doing."

Pranit, still slightly embarrassed but eager to get back on the adventure, nodded. "Okay, okay, fine. We’ll go see Grandpa. But don’t expect him to be a fountain of answers. He’s... a little quirky these days."

"Quirky?" Preet raised an eyebrow. "Please tell me he’s not one of those eccentric old professors who thinks he's still in the classroom giving lectures to students from the ‘90s."

Pranit smirked. "You’ll see when we get there. Just... don’t expect a five-star reception."

As the six friends dispersed in different directions, heading back to their homes, a man sitting on a nearby bench, pretending to read a newspaper, quietly observed them. His eyes flickered over the group as they chatted, clearly taking note of every detail. There was something about their conversation that caught his attention—the mention of Dr. Vivek, the mysterious symbols, the missing artifacts—everything seemed too coincidental to ignore.

After a few moments of watching, he calmly folded the newspaper, tucking it under his arm. He stood up and, without drawing attention, began to follow Pranit as he made his way home. The man kept his distance, careful not to make any sudden moves that might draw suspicion.

Once Pranit entered his home and disappeared behind the door, the man lingered for a while. He then made his way to a nearby alley, where he pulled out a small, worn-out diary from his coat pocket. Flipping it open, he quickly scribbled down a few notes—his handwriting sharp and precise.

After a moment, he closed the diary, looked around one last time, and slipped into the shadows. He vanished into the night, leaving no trace behind, as if he was never there.

[start of the journey to meet Dr. Vivek]

As the group set off on their journey to meet Dr. Vivek at his farmhouse, the atmosphere was light but filled with anticipation. The car rumbled down the road, with Shivam sitting in the front seat, his usual mischievous grin in place. He glanced back at Pranit, who was lounging in the back seat, scrolling through his phone.

"So, Pranit," Shivam began casually, his voice laced with curiosity. "Why didn't you ever choose archaeology? I mean, you grew up surrounded by it, with your grandpa being a big shot in the field, and yet... here you are, surrounded by computers and video games."

Pranit raised an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off the screen. "You know, Shivam," he replied, "I've never really been into digging through old, dusty bones or staring at ancient pottery. That’s more of your style." He paused for a moment, as if considering the question. "I’ve always been fascinated by machines, games, the idea of creating worlds. My dream was to make extraordinary games—something that would change the way people see entertainment. I didn't want to spend my life studying stuff that’s been dead and buried for centuries when I could build something people could actually play."

Shivam chuckled. "Yeah, I get that. You’ve always been the lazy genius, huh?" He elbowed Pranit lightly. "But hey, look at you now. Your computer skills are probably going to help solve this mystery faster than any old artifact would."

Pranit smirked, glancing up from his phone. "Hey, someone has to keep you guys from doing something reckless like trying to decipher ancient symbols with a magnifying glass." He chuckled. "I’m just doing my part to keep the group from falling apart. Plus, who else would keep Abhi from overthinking everything?"

Vishakha, who had been listening to the conversation from the back, interjected with a grin, "It's true, though. If Abhi had his way, we’d probably be analyzing every tiny detail down to the dust particles."

Abhi shot her a look from the driver’s seat, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Hey, every detail is important. You never know what might lead to the next clue." He turned to Pranit with a raised brow. "So, you think your computer skills can actually help us solve this? You know, like, maybe create a digital map of the temple or decode some ancient symbol?"

Pranit rolled his eyes but smiled. "If it’s got something to do with technology, count me in. But if it involves walking around with a shovel and picking through dirt—I'm out."

The car filled with laughter as they continued on their way. Despite the mysterious mission ahead, their friendship and teasing kept the mood light.

The group finally arrived at Dr. Vivek’s farmhouse, nestled just outside the town. The morning sun bathed the place in golden light, and the peaceful atmosphere was a stark contrast to the mystery they were trying to unravel. The farmhouse was surrounded by lush greenery, with a well-tended garden where Dr. Vivek was sitting on a rocking chair, sipping his morning tea.

As they pulled up in the car, Pranit’s eyes immediately landed on his grandfather, who had a serene look on his face, clearly enjoying the calm of the morning. But as soon as Dr. Vivek saw his mischievous grandson approaching, his peaceful expression quickly changed. His face scrunched up in mock disapproval.

"Pranit, what are you up to now?" Dr. Vivek called out in a half-teasing, half-suspicious tone. "Last time I saw you, you were playing video games instead of studying archaeology! What have you brought me today—another strange problem to solve?"

Pranit rolled his eyes with a grin. "Oh, come on, Grandpa. I’m just here to visit, nothing else." He stepped forward, his usual lazy demeanor intact, but the fondness for his grandfather was evident in his voice. "It’s good to see you, though."

Dr. Vivek’s stern expression melted away into a warm smile. "It’s good to see you too, Pranit. Been a while since you actually decided to visit the old man." He chuckled and motioned for them to come closer. "Come on, come inside. I’ve got fresh tea waiting for you all."

The group entered the farmhouse, settling in the cozy living room after a brief tour of the house. Pranit found his usual spot near the window, while the others gathered around Dr. Vivek, who was now sitting comfortably, his tea cup in hand.

After exchanging pleasantries, Preet and Vishakha took the lead in explaining the recent events. They told Dr. Vivek everything that had happened—the mysterious intrusion at the college, the strange symbols, the broken artifact, and the cryptic signature they’d found in the letter.

Dr. Vivek listened intently, his expression thoughtful but calm. When they finished, Preet pulled out the picture of the signature on the old letter and handed it to him.

As Dr. Vivek stared at the signature for a long moment, the room fell silent. The only sound was the faint rustling of the pages in the old bookshelves. His brow furrowed, and he sat back in his chair, his fingers tapping the edge of the table as he pondered.

After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Vivek stood up suddenly, startling everyone. "Wait here," he said in a low voice, his eyes scanning the room. He walked over to a tall bookshelf, pulling down a thick, dusty book with an ancient-looking cover. The leather binding creaked as he placed it gently on the table.

The group exchanged curious glances, their anticipation building. Dr. Vivek opened the book and flipped through the pages, his fingers tracing the words and illustrations as if searching for something. Finally, he stopped, looking back at the group with a somber expression.

As Dr. Vivek handed the book over to Preet and Vishakha, they exchanged curious glances. The book felt unusually heavy in their hands, the cover worn and weathered with age. They carefully turned the pages, the faint smell of old parchment filling the air, each page revealing intricate sketches of ancient ruins, artifacts, and symbols—none of which seemed to hold any immediate significance.

It wasn’t until they reached the last page that they both stopped, eyes widening in unison. There, neatly written at the bottom of the page, was the same signature they had seen on the old letter—bold and clear against the worn paper. Below the signature, a name was inscribed: Dr. Alaric Voss.

Preet’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized the name. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine. It all started to fall into place. This was the archaeologist who had visited the village years ago, the one who had written to the bookkeeper’s father. And somehow, the connection to the strange symbols, the broken artifact, and the mysterious intrusion was becoming clearer.

Dr. Vivek, noticing their reactions, leaned in closer. "You see," he began, his voice soft but grave, "Alaric Voss was not just any archaeologist. He was obsessed with uncovering the lost history of ancient civilizations—especially those that no one else cared about."

Dr. Vivek paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, then began speaking in a more measured tone, as if unveiling a long-buried secret.

"Dr. Alaric Voss wasn't just an archaeologist. He was the son of Professor Emory Voss, the founder of Starlight Academy. Back in the early 1900s, Professor Emory Voss was a renowned scholar and an expert in ancient civilizations. His passion was not just for teaching archaeology but for preserving and uncovering the hidden histories of our world. It was Professor Emory who established Starlight Academy with a sole focus on archaeology, making it a hub for studying the ancient arts, artifacts, and cultures."

He paused, his gaze drifting toward the window as if recalling distant memories.

"However, in the early '20s, due to the financial struggles of the academy and the changing times, Starlight Academy had to adapt. They needed to bring in new fields of study, and that’s when the academy decided to branch out, incorporating modern technology courses. Computer science, Mechanical, electronics engineering etc. were introduced as new disciplines to stay afloat. But the academy’s roots, the legacy of Emory Voss’s vision, still run deep. The focus on archaeology remains strong, though now the academy is home to multiple departments."

Preet, Vishakha, and the rest of the group exchanged looks, their minds racing with the implications of this revelation. Dr. Alaric Voss’s connection to the academy—his father’s role in its foundation—was far more intertwined with the mystery than they had realized. This wasn't just a story of lost artifacts and symbols. It was a story of legacy, of secrets buried in the very foundation of their school.

All 6 decides to head back home, As the evening grew darker, the mood in the car was somber, with everyone exhausted from the long day. Shivam drove along the winding road, his eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror as the others drifted into sleep. The quiet hum of the car filled the air until something caught Shivam’s eye. A dark, shifting shadow appeared ahead, standing eerily still in the middle of the road.

Shivam’s heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he slammed the brakes. The tires screeched in protest as the car jerked forward, and before he could regain control, the car crashed violently into a large tree at the roadside. The sound of metal crunching and glass shattering filled the air as the vehicle came to a screeching halt.

For a moment, there was only silence, broken by the labored breathing of the group. Everyone was shaken but miraculously, no one was seriously hurt. They had narrowly avoided a fatal accident. But as they checked on each other, the tension in the air grew.

Preet and Minal, still disoriented, stumbled out of the wrecked car. But before they could get their bearings, the ground beneath them gave way. With a terrified scream, both women tumbled into a deep pit hidden in the darkened landscape. The rest of the group rushed to the edge but couldn’t reach them in time.

Vishakha, still unconscious from the crash, remained inside the car, her breathing shallow. Pranit, however, managed to get out of the wreckage. Panic gripped him as he realized what had just happened, but his first thought was for his grandfather. He turned to Shivam and Abhi, who were already trying to handle the situation.

“Go back to the farmhouse!” Pranit urged, his voice cracking. “My grandpa, something’s wrong. I need to check on him.”

Shivam nodded in agreement. “We’ll take care of this. Go. Hurry.”

Pranit ran off into the night, barely able to think straight as he raced toward the farmhouse. His thoughts were a mess, his only concern being the safety of his grandfather. When he finally arrived, the sight that greeted him was even more chilling. Dr. Vivek lay unconscious on the floor, the power was out, and the house was eerily silent.

Pranit froze for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation. He scanned the room, his heart pounding. Then he saw it—a shadow moving near the door, almost as if it were alive, swirling and shifting unnaturally. Without thinking, he rushed toward it, but just as quickly, the shadow seemed to dissolve into the darkness, leaving no trace behind.

In a frantic panic, Pranit tried to follow, but he was lost in the inky blackness. The shadow had vanished, and so had his sense of direction.

Meanwhile, back at the crash site, Abhi and Shivam worked quickly, assessing the damage. They managed to pull Preet and Minal out of the pit, though they were both shaken and injured. The car was a wreck, but it was still operable enough to get them back to safety. They carefully helped Vishakha out of the car, relieved that she was still breathing, though unconscious.

Once they managed to stabilize everyone, they started the long trek back to the farmhouse, their thoughts racing. What had just happened? And more importantly—what had they just seen? Was it the same shadow they had noticed before, or something more sinister?

The next morning, the dim light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting long shadows across the farmhouse. The hospital had provided first aid to everyone, and though they were all shaken, they were physically stable. Dr. Vivek, however, was still unconscious, resting on the bed in a deep sleep. The tension in the room was thick as everyone tried to make sense of the bizarre events of the previous night.

Preet, Vishakha, Minal, and Pranit sat by Dr. Vivek’s side, waiting for any sign of consciousness. Abhi, Shivam, and Pranit had taken turns sitting up through the night, trying to piece together what had happened after the crash. No one spoke much, as they each tried to process the terrifying sequence of events.

Then, as the morning sun finally reached the farmhouse, Dr. Vivek stirred. His eyelids flickered open, and he looked up at the concerned faces surrounding him. His expression was weak, but his voice, when he spoke, was strained and low.

“...The book...” he muttered, barely above a whisper. “The intruder... he stole it...”

The group leaned in closer, trying to catch every word.

“That book... it has something... something I never imagined... You have to find it.”

Before anyone could respond, Dr. Vivek’s body slumped back into unconsciousness, his breathing shallow again.

Everyone exchanged worried glances. The cryptic message left them even more confused than before.

“The book…” Preet repeated, staring at the empty space where Dr. Vivek had just been speaking. “The one he showed us—the one with the signature from that archaeologist.”

“Yes, the same one,” Vishakha said, her mind racing. “But what did he mean by ‘something I never imagined’? And why was it so important that the intruder was after it?”

Pranit, who had been silent until then, stood up. His face was drawn with concern, and he looked more determined than ever. “We need to find that book. It's the key to all of this—the symbol, the signature, the broken idol, everything."

The group nodded in agreement, their minds spinning with the new revelation. Whatever the book contained, it was clearly more important than they had initially realized. But what could it possibly hold that could have driven someone to go so far to steal it?

CHAPTER 5: Find the book!!

Abhi sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the phone screen, lost in thought. Pranit paced back and forth, occasionally glancing at the floor, trying to make sense of everything that had happened over the past few days. The thought of the intruder and the missing book gnawed at both of them.

“I’m telling you, Pranit,” Abhi said, breaking the silence, “the intruder must’ve gone somewhere after taking the book. The question is, where?”

Pranit shook his head. “We know he went to the library. But the book wasn’t there. Where else could he have gone?”

Abhi’s brow furrowed as he pondered the possibilities. Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization. “Wait... What if the intruder didn’t just break into the library? What if he was after the book all along? Maybe he thought it was there, but it wasn’t. Maybe he was searching for something in the college... something linked to that symbol... the Phoenix.”

Pranit stopped pacing. “So, you’re saying the intruder might’ve been after the book the whole time and not just some random artifact?”

“Exactly,” Abhi replied. “And we know the library wasn’t the only place that had old records or items. There’s the archaeology room too. Remember, Preet noticed something there that could have been connected to the book.”

Before Pranit could respond, both their phones buzzed at once. Abhi unlocked his phone to see a message from the college.

"The Annual College Fest is scheduled for December 30th. All students are invited. Get ready for a grand celebration!"

The message hung in the air between them for a moment. December 30th. Five days away.

“That gives us five days to figure this out,” Abhi said, his fingers tapping the phone screen. “Five days until the fest. There’s still so much to piece together.”

Pranit slumped into a chair, clearly overwhelmed. “This is crazy. First, the power cut. Then the intruder. Now this. How do we even begin to find that book?”

Abhi turned his gaze back to the phone, as if an answer might materialize on the screen. “We keep looking. We retrace the steps. We figure out where he went after the library, after the archaeology room.”

Just then, Pranit’s phone rang. It was his father.

“Hello?” Pranit answered, his tone switching to a more formal one.

“Pranit, it’s me. I’ve sent a caretaker to look after Dr. Vivek. He should be there by now. Don’t worry about your grandfather. He’s in good hands,” his father said, his voice calm but serious.

Pranit nodded, though his father couldn’t see him. “Thanks, Dad. We’ll be back soon.”

He hung up the call and looked over at Abhi. “Well, it seems my dad’s taken care of things at the farmhouse for now.”

Abhi nodded. “Alright. Let’s head back home. We need to regroup, figure out what to do next.”

The weight of the situation seemed to hang heavily over them both as they gathered their things and prepared to leave. They didn’t have all the answers yet, but they knew one thing for sure—the mystery surrounding the book, the symbol, and the intruder was far from over.

[Night at college]

As the night deepened, the six friends snuck into the college, blending in with the students busy with preparations for the upcoming annual function. Moving swiftly and carefully, they split into two teams: Abhi, Pranit, and Minal slipped into the library, while Preet, Vishakha, and Shivam headed to the archaeology room.

Inside the dimly lit archaeology room, Preet, Vishakha, and Shivam searched quietly, looking for any clues that could lead them closer to the mystery. Suddenly, they froze as the sound of footsteps approached. The three quickly ducked behind a large display cabinet, peering around the corner as a shadowed figure entered the room.

It was the intruder.

They watched, barely daring to breathe, as he approached the glass case containing the broken artifact. His hand hovered over it, and just as he began tampering with the lock, Abhi’s group arrived at the doorway. Abhi’s eyes immediately caught sight of something familiar—the book poking out of the intruder's pocket. It was the very one he had seen at Pranit’s grandfather’s house.

Realizing they had a rare chance, Abhi surged forward, grabbing onto the book and refusing to let go. The intruder spun around, his eyes flashing with annoyance and a strange energy beginning to radiate from him. With a fierce grip, he tried to pull the book free, but Abhi wouldn’t loosen his hold.

Suddenly, the intruder's body began emitting a bright glow, a surge of power that sent a strange, crackling energy through the air. But as the minutes ticked by, his energy began to waver, the light dimming with each passing second. Just then, the rest of the friends sprang from their hiding places, surrounding him.

Realizing he was outnumbered and weakening, the intruder gave one last forceful pull, tearing the book in half. Abhi stumbled back, holding one half, while the intruder held the other.

With a chilling glare, the intruder hissed, “You have no idea what you’re up against. This is just the beginning.” In a flash, he used his disappearing power, vanishing in a golden light that faded into the night, leaving the friends in stunned silence.

Abhi carefully unfolded the torn, dusty pages of their half of the book, while the others gathered around, eyes wide with curiosity and lingering adrenaline. The pages revealed passages written in neat, old-fashioned handwriting, detailing what appeared to be the daily experiences and discoveries of Dr. Alaric Voss during his archaeological expeditions.

It wasn’t long before they realized that this wasn’t some encrypted guide or ancient map—it was simply a journal, a storybook of Dr. Voss’s travels. Dr. Voss had documented his journey across forgotten landscapes, villages, and temples, writing with passion but revealing no groundbreaking secrets, only a series of personal encounters and reflections.

Preet sighed, “This is just… a regular journal. Why would anyone break into the college, fight us, and steal it for this?”

Minal shook her head, equally puzzled. “It doesn’t make sense. There’s nothing here about hidden treasures or mystical powers. It’s just Dr. Voss’s stories, his memories.”

Abhi flipped through the last few pages they had, looking for something—anything—that could justify the lengths the intruder had gone to. But the more he read, the clearer it became that there was no hidden code, no treasure map, just the records of an archaeologist with a love for ancient places.

“So, why did he want it?” Shivam asked, leaning back in frustration. “There’s got to be something here that we’re missing.”

Pranit frowned. “Maybe it’s not about what’s in the book but what the book represents—or maybe he needs both halves to reveal whatever he’s after.”

Vishakha, still hopeful, took a closer look at the spine, examining every detail. “Or maybe the book is a piece of a larger puzzle. Maybe it’s tied to something bigger that we haven’t discovered yet.”

The next morning, Vishakha arrived at the college lab determined to find something in the torn page they had brought from Dr. Voss’s journal. She knew this page could hold a clue, however faint, and spent hours trying different preservation chemicals in hopes of revealing some hidden text or symbol.

After exhausting her ideas with no results, she sighed, frustration setting in. Just as she started cleaning up, her elbow nudged a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, spilling it across the page. She watched in horror as the ink vanished right before her eyes. The writing dissolved, leaving the page totally blank and devoid of any marks. She was devastated, thinking she might have ruined the only clue they had.

That night, Vishakha joined the others around a campfire in the forest, explaining what had happened as she showed them the now-blank page. “I tried everything,” she said, her voice tinged with regret. “It’s like the page was wiped clean.”

Shivam, listening quietly, took the page from her hands, holding it up close to the flickering firelight. “Wait…,” he muttered, squinting at the page. “Look, do you see that?”

The others leaned in as he tilted the page towards the warmth of the flames. Faint, blurry lines began to materialize on the page, as if a hidden message was slowly emerging from its depths.

Shivam brought the page even closer to the fire, and the ancient text became sharper, forming faint letters that looked like a forgotten language. The words seemed to come alive in the warmth, as though the fire itself was revealing a hidden message buried within the fibers of the paper.

Everyone held their breath, watching as the mysterious text appeared. “It’s written in some ancient language,” Abhi whispered in awe.

Vishakha’s eyes widened as the realization dawned on her. “Dr. Voss must have known this message could only be revealed under specific conditions… he wanted to protect whatever this says.”

The friends huddled close around the campfire, carefully applying isopropyl alcohol to each page of the worn, torn book they had taken from the intruder. The ink vanished from each page, revealing lines of text and symbols in an ancient language they couldn’t recognize.

“This must be Dr. Alaric Voss’s expedition log, hidden in plain sight,” Vishakha whispered, her eyes wide with excitement.

One by one, they heated the pages over the fire, the text emerging faintly under the warmth. But when Pranit held the last page over the flames, something astonishing appeared—faint lines forming a familiar shape. As he rotated the page in the firelight, the emblem sharpened: a phoenix, wings spread, bearing four distinct symbols along its tail—the very symbols they had seen on the college logo.

The group fell silent, exchanging stunned glances. It was as if the book itself was unveiling a link between the ancient language, Dr. Voss’s journey, and their own college.

Abhi took a steadying breath. “We need someone who can translate this language. Someone who might know what Dr. Voss discovered.”

The answer came to him instantly. He looked at each of his friends with growing determination. “The old bookkeeper in Eldertown. He’s the only one who could know.”

They nodded in unison, understanding that the next step was clear. This journey wasn’t over yet—they had only scratched the surface.

CHAPTER 6: Guardian of idols

Abhi, Preet, and Vishakha made their way back to the familiar, dimly lit library in Eldertown. The air was thick with dust and the weight of ancient knowledge, as if secrets were waiting to be uncovered in every corner. The old bookkeeper greeted them with a nod but looked slightly wary as they presented the faded, alcohol-cleared pages covered in ancient text.

Abhi leaned forward, hoping to appeal to the old man’s expertise. “Do you recognize any of this language, or maybe even know what it’s about?”

The old man squinted at the pages, then shook his head with a deep sigh. “This language, I don’t know. It’s something far older than what I’ve come across in my life.”

Disappointed but undeterred, Preet leaned in, her tone almost pleading. “There must be something you know, some clue…anything. We’re just trying to understand what these symbols and this language mean.”

The bookkeeper fell silent, thinking, as if wrestling with memories buried long ago. Finally, he turned and walked slowly to a distant shelf, retrieving a large, weathered book. The cover was engraved with ornate designs, and the spine bore symbols that faintly resembled those on their pages.

He set the book before them. “There is one legend,” he said, his voice lowered, almost as if the walls themselves were listening. “A tale of four ancient idols from a time long forgotten.”

The old man’s voice lowered as he began recounting the tale, his words casting a spell over the small group.

"Long, long ago, there was an ancient tribe who worshipped four sacred idols, each discovered in a secret cave hidden deep within the mountains. These idols weren’t mere statues but vessels of powerful forces—each holding a power that could either bring life or death to our world. The first idol possessed the power of time, allowing one to bend moments and shift through ages. The second held the power of life itself, rumored to grant vitality beyond natural limits. The third was endowed with the power of hypnotism, a dangerous ability to control others' minds. And the fourth… it was the key to controlling the legendary fiery phoenix, an ancient being with immense energy and untold wisdom. But the phoenix’s power could not be harnessed by just anyone—it demanded a worthy soul."

Preet, Vishakha, and Abhi exchanged looks, intrigued yet unnerved by the idea of such power hidden away. They leaned in closer, hanging on the old man's every word.

"The tribe built a temple to honor these idols, guarding them zealously against any who dared to take them. For centuries, people sought to harness these powers, yet none could outwit the tribe's warriors or the temple's mystical defenses. However, as time passed, enemies grew bolder, and the tribe was forced to take drastic measures. They created replica idols to place within the temple, while the true idols were hidden away in an undisclosed location—a hidden temple, buried in secrecy."

Abhi’s curiosity got the better of him, and he interrupted, “So… does that mean the idols in the temple are the real ones? The ones we saw?”

The old man shook his head, his expression serious. "No, the ones you saw in the temple are merely decoys, placed to mislead intruders. The true idols are still protected, hidden in a place known only in whispers. Many explorers, scholars, and treasure hunters have tried to locate it. Those who ventured close to it vanished without a trace. It is said that anyone nearing the hidden temple either loses their way or meets an untimely end."

Vishakha shivered at the thought. “Then… is it true? Is that what happened to all those missing archaeologists?”

The old man nodded slowly. “Perhaps. I can’t say for certain. But there was one archaeologist who seemed to come closer to the truth than any other—the man who wrote the letter to my father. Some say he might have uncovered one of these powers, the ability to manipulate time itself. But to this day, I have no way of knowing how much of that is true.”

Abhi’s mind raced, piecing together the fragments of information. The missing idols, the phoenix symbol, and the powers they supposedly held—all of it painted a far darker and more complex picture than they’d imagined.

As the old man's words hung heavy in the air, the group fell silent, trying to grasp the significance of what they had just learned. The idea that the four symbols on the college logo were somehow linked to the powerful idols was overwhelming. Vishakha's mind raced as she pieced together the fragments of information.

"So, the four symbols... they're more than just decoration? They're keys?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid the answer would be too much to bear.

The old man nodded solemnly. "Yes. The symbols you see on the logo represent the four idols—each one tied to an ancient power. They were placed there for a reason, though the true meaning has been obscured over time. Only those who can decipher their significance will understand what they're truly protecting."

Preet leaned forward, his usual sarcasm replaced by genuine curiosity. "So, what's the connection to Starlight Academy? Why would Dr. Voss's family hide something like this in plain sight?"

"Dr. Voss's father," the old man continued, "wasn't just an academic. He knew the legends. Perhaps he believed the college would one day be the place where the next generation of scholars could unlock the truth. Or maybe he was trying to protect it, hiding it in plain sight to keep it from those who would misuse its power. As for Dr. Voss..." He paused, his gaze sharpening. "I believe he knows more than he's letting on. But whether he's a guardian of the secret or part of something darker... that remains to be seen."

Abhi crossed his arms, a skeptical frown on his face. "And what about the missing archaeologists? Do you think they were looking for these idols?"

The old man's expression darkened. "Many who sought the idols vanished without a trace. Some say they were drawn to the symbols, to the promise of unlocking the phoenix's power. Others believe the idols themselves are cursed, and anyone who seeks them is doomed."

Preet shuddered, her thoughts circling back to the strange feeling she had when she first saw the college logo. "Do you think we're in danger? That the symbols on the logo are trying to lead us somewhere... or warn us?"

The old man's eyes met hers, a mixture of concern and grim resolve in his gaze. "I cannot say. But one thing is certain—the search for the idols is no simple quest. Those who embark on it are often changed, sometimes irreparably. The powers they seek can either be a blessing or a curse. And only a few have ever lived to tell the tale."

The air was thick with the weight of his words. For a moment, no one spoke. The possibility of finding the true idols—the ones with the power to control time, life, and even the phoenix itself—seemed too distant, too dangerous, yet too intriguing to ignore.

Vishakha turned to Preet and Abhi, her voice firm with resolve. "We have to figure out what these symbols mean. We have to understand the connection between the idols and the phoenix. If Dr. Voss knows something, we need to find out. The danger doesn't matter. This is bigger than us."

Preet gave her a long look before nodding. "I agree. But we need a plan. If we're going to get to the bottom of this, we can't just rush in blindly. Let's start by looking into everything we can about Starlight Academy, Dr. Voss, and the legends surrounding these idols. The answers are out there—somewhere."

Abhi smirked, his usual sarcasm creeping back in. "And let me guess, we're the ones who have to figure it out. I suppose the risk of us vanishing without a trace is part of the deal, right?"

Vishakha rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Exactly."

The old man watched them quietly, his eyes filled with both warning and admiration. "Be careful, children. Many have walked this path before you, but few have returned. The quest for the idols may be the greatest challenge you'll ever face."

CHAPTER 7: Hidden Passage

The six friends gathered near the dense forest on the edge of Starlight Academy’s campus, the air thick with anticipation. In Abhi’s hands was the worn, yellowed map they’d managed to piece together after weeks of searching. Finding this map had been nothing short of a miracle—a blend of luck, clever detective work, and a bit of the old man’s cryptic guidance.

The map was no ordinary piece of paper. It was actually a combination of fragments they had uncovered after combing through old college archives and hidden sections of the library. Each piece contained partial sketches, symbols, and routes that, when aligned, formed a nearly complete map. At first, it had looked like a confusing jumble of sketches, but Vishakha had noticed that the symbols on the fragments matched those on the college logo. That realization had led them to believe that it was a map connected to the mysterious legends surrounding Starlight Academy.

The final piece of the puzzle, however, had come from the old man’s stories. He had been hesitant at first, but one night, after the group had visited him several times, he had revealed that his father had once found this map among the belongings of an archaeologist who had vanished under mysterious circumstances. This archaeologist, as it turned out, had been a close associate of Dr. Voss’s father and had been drawn to Starlight Academy by the symbols on its logo, convinced that the college was the key to something far greater.

According to the old man, the archaeologist had followed the map to a hidden temple and barely escaped alive, leaving only fragments of the map behind. The fragments had eventually made their way into the college library, where they were cataloged as “miscellaneous sketches” with no clear origin or purpose. The friends had needed the old man’s guidance to identify and collect these pieces, which is how they had ended up with this near-complete, ancient map.

The map, now pieced together, was a mixture of faded ink and strange markings that none of them could fully decipher. It showed a winding path leading from the campus grounds, through the forest, and ending at a place marked with four symbols—each one resembling an idol from the legend.

“This has to be it,” Abhi said, excitement and nervousness blending in his voice. “This map was probably made to help people reach the temple, but it looks like it was deliberately torn apart and hidden.”

“So this archaeologist… he knew about the idols?” Minal asked, her voice soft, as though afraid the map might disappear if she spoke too loudly.

The old man’s words rang in their ears. “Not only did he know,” Preet replied, “but he might have actually found one. But if he couldn’t make it back with the full map, this is likely going to be dangerous for us too.”

Finally, after what felt like hours of pushing through thick underbrush and tangled trails, they arrived at a large, moss-covered rock formation. At first glance, it looked like any other boulder, blending into the dense forest. But as they examined it, Vishakha noticed something—a small, faint symbol carved into the stone, partially hidden beneath layers of moss and grime. It was one of the symbols from the map, matching the mysterious emblem on the college logo.

“This has to be it,” she whispered, tracing the symbol with her fingers. Excitement and nerves tingled through the group as she pressed down firmly on the carving.

Nothing happened.

Abhi frowned. “Maybe it needs more force.”

They all took turns pushing on the symbol, trying different spots on the stone. Each time, the rock held firm, unmoved and silent.

“Why won’t it open?” Pranit grumbled, wiping dirt from his hands.

Taking a deep breath, Vishakha tried pressing the symbol again, this time focusing on the edges, feeling for any give or movement. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the stone seemed to shift under her fingers. She pushed harder, urging the others to help. Together, they pressed in sync, straining against the stubborn rock.

Then, with a low, ancient rumble, the stone finally gave way, shifting aside to reveal a hidden opening—a narrow passage descending into darkness. Cold, stale air seeped out from the depths, carrying the scent of earth and mystery.

They exchanged glances, hearts racing, as they realized they had found the entrance.

[entering hidden passage]

The six friends stood at the entrance of the hidden passage, staring into the dark, descending tunnel. One by one, they switched on their torches, illuminating the rough stone walls and uneven ground that led further into the unknown.

“Alright,” Abhi said, glancing at the others, “stay close and keep your torches on. Let’s go.”

They stepped forward, their footsteps echoing in the silence as they ventured into the passage. The tunnel twisted and turned in ways that felt unnatural, the walls narrowing and widening unexpectedly. It was as if the space itself was shifting around them.

After what seemed like hours of walking and navigating tight turns, they found themselves at a fork in the passage—a split where one path curved to the left and the other veered to the right.

“Which way now?” Pranit asked, looking from one dark path to the other.

“Let’s go left,” Preet suggested, shining her torch down the tunnel. They turned and proceeded left, carefully stepping forward, every footfall seeming to echo louder than the last.

But after a few more turns and tunnels, they reached a familiar space. Vishakha’s torch illuminated a marking on the wall that stopped them in their tracks. It was the same faint carving they had seen at the fork.

“Wait… aren’t we back where we started?” Shivam said, a hint of frustration in his voice.

They exchanged uneasy glances. “This can’t be right. Let’s try the other path,” Abhi suggested.

They retraced their steps to the fork and took the right-hand passage, hoping it would lead them somewhere new. But after a few more turns and twists, they once again found themselves back at the same fork, the same symbol mocking them from the wall.

“This is impossible,” Minal said, panic creeping into her voice. “We keep ending up in the same place.”

Preet took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Alright, let’s think. Maybe… maybe it’s a trick. Something meant to confuse us.”

Abhi inspected the walls, running his fingers over the stone. “There’s got to be something we’re missing. Let’s search for any hidden clues.”

The group was exhausted. After what felt like hours of navigating through twisting passages that kept leading them back to the same spot, their energy was running low. One by one, Pranit, Abhi, Minal, Preet, and Vishakha sat down on a nearby flat rock to catch their breath.

“Maybe we missed something along the way,” Abhi muttered, shining his torch along the walls, his eyes half-closed with weariness.

The others nodded, glancing around for any clues or hidden buttons, but even their torches seemed to dim with their growing fatigue.

Shivam, still restless and determined, paced along the wall, tracing his fingers over the rough stones. As he leaned forward to examine a faint marking, his hand accidentally pressed down on a small, loose stone in the wall—a button he hadn’t noticed.

Suddenly, a faint click echoed through the passage.

Before Shivam could react, the flat rock the others were resting on began to shake and descend into the floor.

“Guys! The rock—it's moving!” Shivam shouted, eyes widening in surprise.

The five friends clutched the edges of the rock, startled as it slowly lowered itself down into the ground like an ancient elevator. Realizing he might get left behind, Shivam made a split-second decision. With a leap, he jumped onto the descending rock just as it slipped completely out of view from the corridor.

Down they went, their torches flickering as the rock platform descended into the depths below. None of them spoke, too stunned to process what was happening. The only sounds were the hum of ancient machinery and the echoes of their breaths in the tight, dark space around them.

Finally, with a soft thud, the rock platform came to a halt. The darkness was thick and almost impenetrable, but one by one, they switched on their torches. The beams cut through the blackness, revealing the walls of a vast, empty chamber.

They stood in silence, taking in the room around them. Shadows danced along the stone walls, which were bare except for faint markings and deep grooves that hinted at something being here long ago. The air was stale and heavy, filled with the scent of dust and stone.

“What… is this place?” Minal whispered, clutching her torch tightly.

“It looks like some kind of… holding chamber,” Preet replied, eyeing the walls. “Maybe part of the temple’s defenses.”

Abhi stepped forward, sweeping his torch over the floor. “Whatever this is, it’s old. Really old. And if we’re right, this chamber might be one of the hidden trials we’ll have to solve to move forward.”

[inside the dark room]

The six friends huddled together, switching on their torches to chase away the darkness in the massive room they had descended into. As their beams illuminated the space, their eyes widened in awe.

The walls of the chamber were covered from floor to ceiling with intricate carvings, each etching seeming to tell a part of an ancient story. Figures of warriors and shamans filled the walls, shown defending a grand temple hidden within a rugged mountain range. Each scene was rich with detail: tribal guardians standing vigilant, hidden idols glowing with mysterious energy, and villagers bowing before sacred altars.

The carvings flowed together, telling a tale of the tribe's fierce dedication to protecting something sacred within this very temple. The figures depicted battles and rituals, as if showing the unbreakable bond between the tribe and the powerful idols they safeguarded. The carvings seemed almost alive, the artistry so precise that the stories felt like they could leap off the wall.

As they followed the story along the walls, their eyes were drawn upward, where an enormous phoenix was carved at the top of the far wall. Its wings were spread wide, as if about to soar from the stone itself, feathers curling in graceful, fiery patterns. The phoenix’s eyes seemed to gleam, carved with such intensity that the torchlight made them appear to glint back at the group.

But it was what lay beside the phoenix that captured their attention.

Etched just above the phoenix’s head was a star-like structure, and within it were four symbols they recognized immediately—the same ones from the college logo. Each symbol seemed to correspond to an idol: the power of time, life, hypnotism, and, finally, the control over the phoenix itself. It was clear now that these symbols weren’t mere designs; they were a crucial part of the temple’s history and the powers the tribe had protected.

Preet traced the star-like design with her eyes. “These symbols… they’re the keys to everything, aren’t they?”

Vishakha nodded, captivated. “This whole place is tied to the college and that logo… almost as if we were meant to find it.”

Abhi, taking in the carvings, spoke in a hushed tone, “The tribe didn’t just protect the idols—they protected the phoenix, too. They believed it held wisdom and power beyond anything we can imagine.”

Minal shivered as she looked back at the phoenix carving. “But they hid the real idols somewhere else, didn’t they? And we’re still looking at decoys.”

CHAPTER 8: The Doorway of Discovery

As the friends continued exploring the passage, a faint sound caught their attention—a soft rustling, like someone shifting around. They halted, sharing a quick, uneasy glance. Following the sound, they found a narrow passageway that led to a small, dimly lit room.

Peering around the edge of the doorway, they saw a lone figure standing before a wall covered in strange symbols, similar to those they’d seen before. The figure, clad in dark clothing and a hood, traced his fingers along the carvings, muttering something under his breath as if trying to decode them.

“Who’s that?” whispered Minal, her voice barely audible.

“Should we get closer?” Pranit asked, his eyes fixed on the stranger’s every movement.

They crept closer, pressing against the wall to keep out of sight, hoping to learn more without being noticed. The stranger’s intense focus on the symbols was unnerving—he seemed to be searching for something, almost desperate. But as they leaned in, the stranger suddenly paused, then turned, his gaze landing directly on where they hid.

“You can come out now,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “I know you’re there.”

The friends hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances. Abhi gave a slight nod, and together, they stepped out from behind the wall, confronting the mysterious figure.

The stranger tilted his head, studying each of them with a calculating expression. His face remained shadowed under the hood, but they could see the glint of sharp, perceptive eyes.

“Who are you?” Preet demanded, arms crossed defiantly. “And what are you doing here?”

The man’s lips curved in a faint smile. “I’m… a traveller,” he replied smoothly, his voice nonchalant yet guarded. “Just passing through, exploring these ancient ruins, same as you.”

The friends weren’t convinced. His calm demeanor, his keen observation, and the way he studied the symbols didn’t match that of a mere traveller. Abhi narrowed his eyes, stepping forward.

“A traveller, huh? Then how did you find this place? These passages are nearly impossible to navigate if you don’t know where you’re going.”

The stranger’s eyes gleamed, as if he found their skepticism amusing. “I have my ways. Ancient places like this… they call to those who seek knowledge.”

“But what knowledge are you after?” Vishakha pressed. “You seem to know more about these symbols than just a curious passerby would.”

The man chuckled, his gaze shifting back to the wall. “Let’s just say I’m interested in the mysteries of the past—old legends, powerful relics… symbols like these. They have a way of drawing the curious and the ambitious.”

It was clear he wasn’t telling them the full truth, but his calm, almost charming demeanor made it difficult to tell just how much he was hiding. The friends exchanged wary glances, each of them feeling the weight of the unknown hanging heavily in the air.

After a pause, the stranger looked back at them, an inscrutable smile playing on his lips. “And you? Why are you here, wandering the depths of this place?”

For a moment, none of them answered. But then Preet spoke, her voice firm. “We’re here to uncover the truth. About this temple, these symbols, and the idols. Whatever secrets this place holds… we’re going to find them.”

As the friends stood cautiously before the stranger, Vishakha, ever the curious one, took a step closer. “What exactly are you looking for on that wall?” she asked, her voice steady.

The stranger glanced at her, his gaze intense but unreadable. “The way out,” he replied simply. His voice was calm, but there was a strange weight to his words, as though he knew more than he was letting on.

Vishakha exchanged a glance with Preet, and, curiosity piqued, they both moved closer to inspect the wall alongside him. The carvings covered nearly every inch, with intricate symbols arranged in patterns that seemed almost familiar yet puzzlingly out of place.

As Vishakha studied them, her fingers brushed over the bricks, sensing a subtle looseness in a few of them. A realization dawned on her, and her eyes lit up. “These bricks… they’re not just carved—they can be shifted,” she murmured, glancing back at the others.

Preet leaned in, inspecting the wall more closely. “So it’s a puzzle, then? If we can move these bricks, we just have to align the symbols correctly.”

The stranger watched her with mild amusement but said nothing, letting her continue.

The friends gathered around, each holding their breath as Vishakha gently pressed on a brick. With a soft scrape, it shifted, revealing that several of the bricks could be moved to form a pattern.

“This must be it,” Vishakha whispered, feeling the thrill of discovery. “We just have to complete the symbol…”

The room fell into silence as they focused, preparing to solve the puzzle together. The chapter ends here, leaving them on the brink of revelation, with the stranger quietly observing their every move.

Time seemed to stretch on as the group worked together to solve the puzzle, adjusting the symbols and shifting the bricks over and over. Each attempt ended in frustration, the pattern just not aligning as they hoped. Fatigue began to set in, and they exchanged weary glances, wondering if they were missing something obvious.

Finally, as they paused to regroup, Pranit’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. His gaze lingered on the symbols, and an idea began to take shape. “Wait… what if we’re looking at this all wrong?” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Abhi looked at him, curious. “What do you mean?”

Pranit stepped closer to the wall, gesturing at the symbols they’d been trying to piece together. “What if we’re trying to match it exactly as we see it… but it’s actually supposed to be the mirror image of this design? Like, a reversed reflection.”

The others looked at the puzzle, and slowly, realization dawned on them. Vishakha's face brightened. “That actually makes sense! Maybe it’s a trick of perspective to throw us off.”

Encouraged by the new idea, they began shifting the bricks, rearranging the symbols to form a mirror image. Carefully, they completed the last few moves, adjusting each piece until it felt right.

And then, with a low, echoing rumble, the wall shifted. To their right, a narrow doorway appeared, casting a brilliant white light that flooded the dark passage. The friends shielded their eyes, staring in amazement at the newly revealed opening. Beyond it, they could make out the faint outline of a vast chamber, waiting to be explored.

The traveller, who had been watching them intently, broke into a broad smile. “Impressive,” he said, genuinely pleased. “Your intuition and teamwork are remarkable. I could use skills like yours.”

Preet raised an eyebrow. “So, does this mean you’ll stop sneaking around?”

The traveller chuckled. “You’ve earned my trust—for now, anyway. If you’re willing, I’d like to join you. Finding the temple might just require all the help we can get.”

The friends exchanged looks and nodded, deciding to let him come along, despite the mystery still surrounding him.

CHAPTER 9: The Time-Worn Duel

The air in the Abyssal Chamber was thick with a strange, oppressive silence. The walls seemed to pulse with an eerie energy as the group slowly ventured deeper into the room, their footsteps echoing in the vast, empty space. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows, making the atmosphere even more unnerving. The sound of distant growls reached their ears, sending a chill down their spines.

Preet, Vishakha, Minal, Pranit, Abhi, and Shivam froze. The shadows along the walls seemed to move, twisting and stretching unnaturally. The temperature in the room plummeted, and the faint sound of hissing could be heard, like something—or someone—was watching them.

Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet. A low rumble filled the room, and from the darkness emerged twisted, monstrous shapes—creatures made of shadows, with glowing red eyes that burned with hunger. The group instinctively backed away, realizing that the battle they had been dreading was upon them.

"We need to get out of here!" Abhi shouted, panic creeping into his voice. He turned to the door, but it was already closing, the massive stone door slamming shut with a deafening boom.

“Not again…” Minal gasped, her voice trembling. “We’re trapped!”

The creatures circled them, their movements swift and unpredictable. The group instinctively took a defensive stance, but they had no idea how to fight these eerie beings. They had no weapons, no powers—just their courage and each other.

But the traveler, standing off to the side, seemed unshaken. In fact, he looked more composed than ever. His eyes glinted with a sharpness that unnerved them.

"Stay behind me," he said, his voice low and steady. Without waiting for a response, he stepped forward, his movements fluid and deliberate.

"What are you doing?" Vishakha whispered, her heart racing.

“Trust me,” the traveler said simply, a slight smirk on his lips as he extended his hand.

Before anyone could say anything more, the shadows lunged at him, but the traveler raised his hand and paused the world. The creatures froze mid-motion, suspended in time, their menacing forms halted like statues.

For a brief moment, the entire room was silent, the creatures locked in an eerie stillness. Then, the traveler moved. In a blur of speed, he dashed forward, delivering a swift strike to each frozen monster. As he made contact, time resumed, and the creatures were thrown back violently, their forms disintegrating into nothingness as they vanished into the air.

The group watched in awe as the traveler effortlessly fought, moving faster than they could track. With a flick of his wrist, he froze time again, healing the small cuts and bruises he had sustained. He rewound moments, moving in and out of time with astonishing precision, his movements almost too fast to comprehend. His control over time seemed absolute—he slowed the monsters’ attacks, twisted the fabric of the world to his will, and obliterated the shadow creatures without breaking a sweat.

Preet, Vishakha, and the others exchanged wide-eyed glances as they watched in disbelief. "He... he’s not normal," Vishakha muttered, her voice trembling. "He’s not just a traveler."

"He's the intruder," Abhi whispered, his mind racing. "The one we fought back in the archaeology room!"

Finally, the last shadow creature disintegrated into dust, and the room fell silent once more. The traveler stood in the center, his breathing steady, as if he hadn’t even broken a sweat. He turned to face the group, who were still recovering from the shock of the battle.

A sudden sound broke the stillness—a book sliding out from his jacket and falling to the ground with a soft thud. The group turned, their eyes landing on the familiar cover of the book. It was the same one they had seen in Dr. Vivek’s study. The same one that had hinted at the temple’s secrets and the sacred idols.

Pranit's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. “That book… it’s the same one we saw at Dr. Vivek’s house.”

The traveler’s face remained impassive, but his eyes flickered with an unreadable expression. Without saying a word, he bent down, retrieved the book, and tucked it back into his jacket. The group stood there, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. They realized with shock that the traveler had known far more than he had let on. He was involved in everything—everything—that had been happening to them.

“You…” Pranit’s voice was low, filled with rage. “You’re the one who attacked us. You harmed my grandfather!”

Pranit’s fists clenched as the anger surged through him. Without thinking, he charged at the traveler, his mind consumed with the need for vengeance.

But before he could reach him, the traveler raised his hand, and the air around Pranit stopped. Time itself seemed to freeze as Pranit froze mid-step, unable to move a muscle. He gasped, his body unable to push forward.

“Calm down, Pranit,” the traveler said, his voice calm yet authoritative. “I know what you’re feeling, but you need to listen. You have no idea what’s really happening here.”

Pranit struggled, his muscles straining against the sudden paralysis, but the traveler’s power held him in place. The others stood frozen, unsure of what to do or say. They could only watch as the traveler’s eyes locked onto Pranit’s with a quiet intensity.

“You’re angry, and I understand why. But there’s much more to this than you realize. You’re part of something much bigger than you think. And if you want to find the truth, you need to calm down and listen carefully.”

CHAPTER 10: The Timekeeper’s Secret

The room was heavy with silence, the weight of the traveler’s words still lingering in the air. Pranit stood frozen, his muscles sore from the paralysis, trying to make sense of the situation. The traveler had told them to listen, and now, after what felt like an eternity, the truth began to unfurl in front of their eyes.

The traveler took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with a mix of pain and regret. He could see the confusion, the anger in the eyes of the group, and he knew it was time to reveal what they’d been desperate to understand.

“I’m not just a traveler,” he began, his voice steady but low, like the calm before a storm. “I’m a time traveler. I came from the past... not by choice, but by fate.”

The group stared at him, disbelief written on their faces. Time travel? It was impossible—wasn’t it? But the way he spoke, the way he carried himself, it all started to make sense. The traveler wasn’t an ordinary man; he was someone who had been to places they couldn’t even imagine.

He stepped forward, his eyes reflecting the memories of years past. “I was part of an expedition, sent to find the legendary phoenix. The tales of its power—the glory of the bird that controlled the elements and held the secrets of the universe—drove me. I had to see it with my own eyes. We were supposed to study it, to learn from it.”

Vishakha’s eyes widened. “You were looking for the phoenix... not to control it?”

The traveler nodded. “No. I didn’t want to control it. I just wanted to see its glory, to witness the myth that had haunted the minds of so many for centuries.”

He paused for a moment, as if the memory was too painful to relive. “But... things didn’t go as planned. The tribe that guarded the idols, the ones who built this temple, were more powerful than we ever anticipated. They protected the idols with their lives, fighting off anyone who dared to get too close. It was only when I tried to claim the idols for myself that everything went wrong.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances, unsure where this story was headed.

“The tribe fought back with everything they had. We lost many men—brave men who died protecting the knowledge of the phoenix. The power that those idols held was far greater than anything we understood, and we were not prepared for it.” His voice faltered as he remembered the battles, the bloodshed.

“I managed to retrieve two of the idols—the Idol of Time and the Idol of Life. But I failed to get the third one—the Idol of Hypnotism. The tribe member guarding it was far too powerful. He struck me down when I tried to seize it... and I was injured, badly.”

Pranit clenched his fists, his mind racing. He had heard enough. The rage inside him bubbled over as he took a step forward, but the traveler’s hand rose again, freezing him in place once more.

“I wasn’t strong enough to defeat him,” the traveler continued. “The tribe member pushed a brick on the temple wall—an emergency switch, I believe—and the remaining two idols were buried beneath the ground. The temple’s hidden mechanism began to activate, flooding the room with scalding hot water. It was then that I knew I had to make a choice.”

The room seemed to grow colder, the weight of the story pressing down on them. The traveler looked at the group, his gaze intense, but filled with sorrow.

“I broke the Idol of Time,” he said, the words heavy with regret. “I destroyed it to escape—knowing that I couldn’t stay there, trapped in the past. The idol of Life was still with me. I used its power to escape the flood, to bring myself here… to 2024.”

The group was silent, processing his words. Time travel. Escaping the flood. But why had he hurt them? Why had he lied?

“You... you could have stayed and helped us,” Preet said, his voice sharp with disbelief. “You could have warned us about the temple. About the danger. Instead, you’ve been playing us this whole time.”

The traveler’s eyes hardened. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I had no choice. I was desperate. The only thing that mattered to me was seeing the phoenix. I had to survive. I couldn’t let the past swallow me whole.”

Vishakha spoke up, her voice steady. “So you’ve been hiding here, in the future, all this time. With the power of the idols—time and life—at your disposal. But you never told us the truth?”

The traveler lowered his gaze. “I couldn’t. The power I hold, it’s too dangerous. Too volatile. If anyone were to get their hands on it, the consequences would be catastrophic. And the phoenix…” His voice trailed off. “The phoenix is more than just a bird. It’s a force that could change everything.”

The group was stunned. They had been playing into his game all along, unknowingly walking a path laid out by someone from another time. The idols, the mystery of the symbols—it all connected now.

“But why didn’t you just ask for help?” Pranit asked, his anger dissipating, replaced by a hollow ache. “Why involve us in your search? Why hurt my grandfather?”

The traveler’s expression softened, and for the first time, there was a trace of guilt in his eyes. “I never wanted to hurt anyone. I only wanted to see the phoenix. But in my desperation, I made mistakes. I tried to get the idols, to unlock their power, but in the end, it wasn’t about control. It was about survival.”

He looked at each of them, his gaze lingering on Pranit. “I know I’ve betrayed your trust. And for that, I’m sorry. But now you must understand: the temple, the idols—they’re not just keys to power. They’re a warning. The phoenix is awakening. And if we don’t stop it, if we don’t figure out what’s really going on, it will consume everything.”

The group stood in stunned silence, the weight of the revelation settling on their shoulders. The truth was far darker and more complex than they had imagined. The phoenix, the idols, the traveler’s journey through time—all of it was tied together in ways they couldn’t yet comprehend.

And now, they had no choice but to continue forward, to unravel the mysteries that had been set into motion long before they had arrived at the temple.

The traveler’s voice cut through the silence. “You’ve come this far, and now, we must find the remaining idols. Only then can we understand the true power of the phoenix—and the consequences of releasing it.”

The tension in the room was palpable. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they were all in this together now, for better or worse.

The weight of the traveler’s confession still hung heavy in the air, but Pranit’s mind was focused, honing in on one detail. As the traveler had spoken, a single question echoed through his thoughts—What about the book?

His eyes narrowed. “You said this book has something to do with the power to unlock the phoenix... What exactly is it?”

The traveler hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, as if deciding whether to share more. He took the book from his jacket, running his fingers over its cover, worn and weathered by years of use. “This book is the key,” he said, his voice steady. “It holds the knowledge needed to combine all the powers of the idols—the power of time, life, and the hypnotism idol—to unlock the phoenix. But...” He paused, his eyes darkening. “Not all of it is here.”

Pranit’s heart skipped a beat. “Not all of it?”

The traveler nodded grimly. “The final piece—the one that explains how to charge the key, how to combine the powers—is lost in time. Your grandfather once had the notes that he kept only cover the history of the tribe and their rituals, but unfortunately, they don’t help us activate the powers.”

A sense of disappointment washed over Pranit. His grandfather’s research, his life’s work, hadn’t led to the crucial information. “So... the rest of the notes are... gone?” he asked, his voice small.

The traveler looked at the group, his expression heavy. “Yes. Those notes were lost in time . I searched for years, but the fragments of the past slip through time. I’ve managed to hold on to the part that explains how to combine the powers—but without the last piece, I don’t know how to actually charge the key.”

Preet, ever skeptical, frowned. “So you don’t have all the answers? You’ve been hiding it this whole time?”

The traveler sighed, the weight of his mistakes clear on his face. “I wish I could give you all the answers. But I’ve spent decades searching for a way to bring the phoenix’s power back, and I’ve only got fragments of what I need. The knowledge to activate it is gone, and I don’t know where to find it.”

Vishakha crossed her arms, considering the traveler’s words. “You’ve been chasing this power your whole life, and now it’s in pieces. What are we supposed to do?”

The traveler’s expression softened, but there was a certain determination in his eyes. “What’s left is in your hands now. I can’t do this alone. The powers of the idols, the phoenix—it’s all tied together. I didn’t come back to 2024 to control it. I came back to understand it. And if we don’t find a way to unlock it, we may never know what the phoenix truly represents.”

Shivam, who had been silent for a long moment, spoke up. “So, you don’t even know what will happen if we combine the powers? You just want to... release it?”

The traveler nodded. “I never intended for this to be a battle for control. I wanted to witness the truth—the moment the phoenix rises, the moment its power is unlocked. It’s always been about understanding what the phoenix really is.”

Pranit clenched his fists, feeling the weight of this newfound burden. “So, we’re on our own then? Trying to figure this out without knowing how it’ll end?”

The traveler looked at him with a mixture of regret and hope. “Unfortunately, yes. But you’ve already started. The symbols, the idols—they’re all connected. And now, you hold the knowledge to unlock them. We just need to find the missing pieces—whatever remains of those notes, and whatever’s hidden.”

Vishakha’s eyes narrowed as she processed this. “So, the power is still out of reach until we find the final piece?”

“Exactly,” the traveler confirmed. “Without it, we can’t proceed. I can’t help you more than I have, but I believe in you. You’ve come this far. Now, we just need to find the answers.”

Pranit felt a wave of determination rise within him. The path ahead was unclear, but the pieces of the puzzle were now scattered across time and history. Together, they had to find the missing half, or they would never know the full truth of the phoenix.