The first draft is raw.
Messy.
Full of mistakes.
The second?
It chooses what to keep—
and what to erase.
Day Eight.
Aren Kael stood in the center of the Council Hall.
For the first time, he wasn't alone before the council.
Kairen sat beside him.
Tenno leaned against the rear wall, fingers glowing with unstable ink.
Yuli—still pale from her echo possession—clutched her page with quiet resolve.
And across from them?
The Delegation Council.
Seria, chairing the session.
Kaela, fingers tapping her scabbard.
Lysara, watching silently.
Mira, already frowning at the unfolding reports.
The topic?
"Should the Unfinished be granted Narrative Rights?"
Not rights to teach. Or live. Or exist in containment.
But rights to write.
To continue the stories they were denied.
Seria opened the floor.
"Arguments for?"
Aren stood.
"We live in a world built on freedom of choice. We allow echoes to speak. We review our past to learn from it. Why not give the Unfinished a voice too?"
