TheFlightSMP Books Archive

An archive of all of TheFlightSMP's non-player-written books! Main: @Monobythemselfs "Archivist currently trapped in a hidden passageway that closed before they could get out." (aka Exam season)

[the-flight-archivist]

Master Post!

I will sort the books by the dates that they were found and link each one back to here. This might be a few days behind, but that is because I am still a student and I don't have a crazy amount of time to archive stuff— but I try my best!

Currently incomplete:

🟡\\Red pub book// (title)

🟡\\Secret tree room// (title)

🟡 \\Windmill book// (title)

🟡 The Last Leaf (author)

🟡Last Texture (author)

My tags:

#The Flight Archivist asks - Any responses to asks that I have will also be tagged with either the person's username or 'anon'

#The Flight SMP archive - Tagged on every day's book posts (excludes asks, and posts for organisation which this Master Post links to (ie. The list of Authors)

#MonobytheirFlightOC - wouldn't you like to know?

#tf!Archivist change log - Just something for me to know what I changed and something for you to know you didn't hallucinate up a random piece of information

Guide:

I will have a post dedicated to every day alike to the original thread on my main blog. Each post will have the names of the books tagged with 'tf!SMP Title of Book' as well as the genre of the books featured in that day 'tf!SMP Genre books' (eg. tf!SMP Dragon books)

Would it be of anyone's interests that I tag all the authors' names, too? Since some of them have written multiple books... or would that be too much.. I do have a WIP spreadsheet of authors and their books that I can export and put in this thread if anyone really wanted to know.

Update: I'll give you guys the spreadsheet unless a handful of people start yelling at me to tag the authors

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Missing info:

Of course, I am still human and so if I am missing/ unsure about any books and or information regarding those books (usually their authors), I will mark them with a Yellow Dot 🟡 (if there's ligit no title, lmk so I can remove the yellow dot plz). If there are any books that are completely missing, I will mark them with a Red Dot 🔴.

Please feel free to let me know any information you might have regarding missing information OR MISSING BOOKS! (I can only skim vods so it's likely that I could miss something) preferably with where, who, and when I can find it as well.

Some books found have either been not signed or not taken out of a lectern. For these books where their titles/ authors have not been seen, I will give it a name like \\This// to indicate that that title isn't canonical/ confirmed. [Unknown] Authors will remain as such unless confirmed.

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Navigating the list of contents:

If you're finding it difficult to find a specific date, the 'find word' function on desktop and mobile websites are quite good. Use cmnd+f or ctrl+f and put into the 'find' bar anything from the 1st to the 31st, every year and month are marked to stand out so scrolling down to the year and month you want, the date you inputted should be highlighted, and you should also be able to jump straight to it by navigating in whichever menu pops up when you use cmnd+f.

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Formating of Posts:

The Flight SMP Books 'Date'

Notes for this day

List of books:

Book title

~~~linebreak~~~

Title of book

[Author]

(Any other relevent information)

Text body

Contents:

Click here for Authors' tags

Genres:

#tf!SMP Dragon books - regarding dragons specifically (eg, Dragonling Care)

#tf!SMP Diary books - where the writer seems to be writing about themselves and things that they have done (eg, Right or Wrong)

#tf!SMP Tree books - about the strange trees that have been mentioned occasionally (eg, Order of Trees)

#tf!SMP Letter books - it's in the name, really (eg, Status Report, To AJ)

#tf!SMP Ritual books - pertaining to rituals (their recipes) or about rituals (eg, Summer Falls, Fallen Ritual of Info, Oceans Ritual)

#tf!SMP World Lore books - a general catch all category for lore books

#tf!SMP Previous Magica books - those maybe maybe-not prophetic books about the happenings of past bearers of each magic skillset (eg. The Four, Last Life)

#tf!SMP Corruption books - about/ talks of the Corruption, and all it's other names (eg, Corruption Lies)

#tf!SMP The Storm books - mentions or is about the Storm realm and or the Storm Ravens (eg, Algae Potentia)

tf!SMP Iron books - books about Iron, its effects, and the Crypt's Wheel of Iron (eg. Iron Wheel)

2026

> April

(OG April thread Here)

20th

Borri's Notes 1, Borri's Notes 2, Dragonmites pt1, Dragonmites pt2, Algae Potentia, Journal Part 2, Symbiosis pt 1

21st

Order of Trees, Magical Nature, Tooth Troubles?, Welcome to the Academy, \\Sewer book//, Treat Scale Rot, Stop Scale Rot, 🟡\\Red pub book//, 🟡\\Secret tree room//, \\House of the sick//

22nd

Building a Nest, The Flowers, Journal Part 1

23rd

Hatching Ritual

24th

Death Dorm, A Leap of Faith, Death and Life

25th

26th

Dragon Feeding, Dragonling Care

27th

Purrs Beyond, Wold Bond, Parrot Pact

28th

🟡 \\Windmill book//, Watcher

29th

To AJ, Secret Wand

30th

Corruption Lies, The Eyes, Right or Wrong, Double Soul \\Prince Solar//, Soul and Life, BIGGEST FAN, Starlight

> May

1st

Shadow Ritual, Double Soul \\Princess Sol//, Blood that Turn, Royal Wing, Stormbound, Forbidden Crime, Water Wins

2nd

Thief \\The First//, Thief \\The Last//, Last Tower, Earth, The Four, The End, Status Report, Day 9

3rd

Jibble Pt.1, Jibble Pt.2

4th

Last Ocean, Last Flash, Iron Soul, Iron Bells, Last Drop, The Last Star, 🟡 The Last Leaf, Last Sunrise, Last Mafia

5th

Report, Diamond, Past Bless, Saving Those, First Flame, Past Changes

6th

The Last Fire, Dawn, Final Growth, Final Cat

7th

Last Card, Last Prince, The Start, The Ritual of Hugs, Secret Stairs, Blessing Voice, Last Life, Forge Sweep, Ocean Ritual

8th

Poems Vol.1, Life and Death, Swift Rod, Green Thumb, Eternal Life, Magical Books, Iron's Ending, Forge Sentinel, The Gardens, Gardian Pair, Birth of Pig, Grave(s)

9th

The Tree, Summer Falls, Fallen Ritual of Info, Magical Bandages, Burn Treatment

10th

11th

Nurse Violet, \\Infirmary riddle Feles//, 🟡\\Infirmary riddle Lupi//, 🟡\\Infirmary riddle Vulpes//, \\Revival ritual//, \\Shared awakening//

12th

13th

14th

15th

First Wind, Last Void, Home, Crypt of Iron

16th

Last Shadow, The Gate, Inner Sky, Fallen Star, 🟡 Dear Cambam, The Last Fairy

17th

\\Rebel diary 1//, \\Rebel diary 2//, Spy Report, Last Decay, Diary \\Farmer Tom//, Trident

18th

19th

Reading Rite, Last Mushroom

20th

Diary \\Unknown//, Diary \\Drop Truce//, Half Born, Last Spark, 🟡Last Texture

21st

Seren's First, Queen's Order, Iron Wheel, The Colour

22nd

BanishNightmare

23rd

24th

25th

\\An eye on Graecie//, Mana, Keepers of Dead, –––––––, Caring, Friendship Rite

26th

27th

Gardens, Poison Rot, Report \\Poison Rot//, Singing Iron

28th

29th

30th

Status, Katie's Tale, Katie's Diary, For Kim, Forbidden Thing

31st

> June (Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈)

1st

Status Report 2

2nd

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books June 1st 2026

Wasn't gonna update today, but I'm waiting for my hair to be dry enough so I can sleep without it looking like it exploded overnight. So, here I am. Updating.

And also it's one book. Pretty short, too.

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

Status Report 2

Status Report 2

01/06/26

[Sun Guard]

Status Report

Sun Guard

Saturday, 11:32 PM

We’ve begun studying the strange new mushroom the Dragon Riders brought in yesterday. They claim it must be infused with mana from the sick.

That’s promising, but we only have one mushroom and eight students in need of treatment. Even if their claim is true, it may not be enough to cure everyone.

Still, we must remain hopeful.

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 30th 2026

Had a bit of a day so I was diligent and now here are some books for you

Also shoutout MMS for not naming keeping the titles of the various status reports relatively different so I don't have to pull out the double slashes every time

Also doomed yuri Katie x Kim

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

Status

Katie's Tale

Katie's Diary

For Kim

Forbidden Thing

Status

30/05/26

[Sun Guard]

Status Report

Sun Guard

Friday, 6:02 PM

The researchers are at a loss. Every form of magic we have tried has provided only temporary comfort, but none have been able to wake the Dragon Riders from their slumber.

We are quickly running out of healing type mages. Gracie fell to the sickness not long ago. Roscumber has been a great help, keeping everyone as comfortable as possible, but they have gone days without sleep and have now collapsed from exhaustion.

So far, they show no signs of the sickness themselves.

The infection appears to be rooted within the riders’ mana, specifically within the bond between rider and dragon.

Strangely, the dragons themselves seem perfectly healthy, but the connection between each rider and their dragon has grown dangerously weak. Hopefully, this is only temporary until we can find a cure.

Because of this, we believe only Dragon Riders can be infected, which has made finding relevant research in the libraries incredibly difficult.

Hopefully, we can find a cure soon.

Banishment

is 

Katie's Tale

30/05/26

[History of Poisons, by Mark]

(Found by Juniper behind a wall in the secret space where Inner Sky, The Gate, and Fallen Star was found)

Researcher Katie stopped calling it impossible when Kim went blind.

She called it unfinished.

In the quarantine room, Kim lay beneath prayer cloths gone black at the edges, their mana thinning with every breath. The Poison Rot had taken their sight, then their warmth, then the sound of their laugh.

Katie wrote one promise in her cure ledger….

I will bring you back.

The healers begged her to stop. The academy had burned every safe book twice nd still found nothing.

But Katie knew of another library beneath the secret library, a place sealed before the war, where forbidden cures were chained beside curses.

At midnight, she stole the key.

Down she went, past shelves that whispered her name,

To reverse the Rot, she would need knowledge meant to stay buried.

For Kim, Katie opened the final door and stepped into the dark alone.

Katie's Diary

30/05/26

[Katie]

(Found by Juniper in a hidden room on the bottom floor in the secret secret library)

I found the library beneath the library.

The chamber is round, though ruin has made it crooked. Broken bookcases lean against the walls like snapped ribs.

Two spiral staircases hang above the floor, both shattered halfway down, turning nowhere. Water falls from cracks in the ceiling, pooling over the wood and soaking pages that should have been dust centuries ago.

Cobwebs cover everything.

They are thick enough to hide doorways, thick enough to look woven by hands. When I pulled one from my sleeve, it clung back.

I was searching for cures. Reversals. Anything that could save Kim from the Poison Rot before it takes their mana.

Then I saw the face.

It watched me from between the drowned shelves. Pale eyes. No mouth. No skin I could trust. It did not move, but the water around it trembled.

A ghost, maybe.

A demon, maybe.

I did not ask.

In the lowest shelf, sealed inside a book with no title, I found a strip of bone-white parchment. The ink was still wet.

I am copying the clue here, but I will not speak its answer aloud.

Where queens once broke and banners burned,

Beneath the stones the lost returned.

Seek those in white who do not fight,

Who hold the grieving through the night.

Where pain is kept and not undone,

Where forced peace kills what mercy won.

Find the hall no dragon knows,

Where human sorrow sleeps below.

I know where I must go, before dawn, alone.

For Kim

30/05/26

[Katie]

(Found at the Human Crypt AKA Crypt of the Dead)

I reached the ruined castle after sunset.

There is almost nothing left of it now.

The battle here was recent enough that the stone still smells of smoke.

The entrance to the Crypt of the Dead was beneath.

No crown guards it anymore.

Only Keepers.

They did not stop me. They only looked at the black stains on my hands and knew why I had come.

Below the castle, the air changed. It became colder, softer, full of whispers that were not quite words. The dead sleep here.

Not all of them sleep well.

Ghosts drift through the halls in torn uniforms, carrying wounds that no longer bleed. Some weep.

Some stare. Some ask if the war is over.

The Keepers answer every time.

Deeper in, I found goblins living between the tomb walls. Not monsters. Survivors.

Pale leaves growing from cracks in the crypt stone. The goblins chew them to keep the ghosts from pulling warmth out of their bodies.

Keepers burn them in bowls to keep sorrow from becoming madness.

I took some.

But I do not think the herbs are the cure.

They are only the shield.

Poison Rot does not kill everyone the same way. It steals what each person is made of. So the answer must be personal too.

An unknown plant.

Soaked in the sick person’s mana.

Kim’s mana.

The goblins would not speak of where it grows. They only pointed down.

Below the tombs.

Below the oldest names.

Under a room of fire.

Forbidden Thing

30/05/26

[Katie’s Last]

(Found in a hidden cave inside the Human Crypt of the Dead)

I found the Cave of Life again.

It is still beautiful, which feels cruel.

Amethyst grows from the walls in jagged purple teeth, catching the glowworm light until the whole cave shines like a buried sky.

Water drips from crystal to crystal. Tiny roots hang from the ceiling. The air smells clean, alive, untouched by war, iron, or rot.

And there are only two mushrooms left.

The first time I came here, I thought finding one would be enough. I carried it back like a miracle. The researchers crushed it, boiled it, blessed it, fed it to Kim in silver drops.

Nothing changed.

No, that is not true. Kim smiled once.

Then the blindness deepened.

Now the researchers believe the mushroom is only a vessel. It grows in places where mana gathers slowly, patiently, over centuries. Too slowly. We do not have centuries. We barely have days.

Kim barely has hours. They think it must be infused first.

With mana. With Kim’s mana.

But Poison Rot destroys mana the moment it is touched. So how do I put their fading life into something living without losing both?

Iron might – – – – – the mana into place.

Dust from the Dead Crypt might teach it to remember.

Amethyst might hold the shape.

Or maybe there is something else the books were too afraid to name.

I am staring at the two remaining mushrooms, and my hands will not stop shaking.

Somewhere in the world, perhaps, more of them grow. In another cave. Beneath another mountain. But I cannot search the world. Kim is dying now.

So I will take one mushroom.

I will do the forbidden thing.

I will make the cure remember Kim.

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 27th 2026

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

Gardens

Poison Rot

Report \\Poison Rot//

Singing Iron

Gardens

27/05/26

[Mara and Lio]

(Found in a secret space under the floor of the Ritual classroom by Celestial Metals)

Mara and Lio built their garden behind the academy wall.

It was small, crooked, and full of stubborn flowers that bloomed in the wrong seasons. Mara brought sunlight charms in glass jars. Lio brought rainwater from the blue spring. Together, they planted seeds and named each sprout after something kind.

Hope, home, forgiveness.

When exams were cruel and teachers colder than stone, they hid among the leaves and shared dreams. Mara made Lio laugh when his magic failed. Lio held mara’s hand when her dreams turned dark.

Their friendship became the garden’s strongest spell. By summer, even butterflies came to sleep there.

Then – – –  – – – –  – – – – – rang.

The flowers folded first.

The sunlight jars cracked. Every kind word they had buried in the soil rose back out as a scream.

Mara reached for Lio.

The garden remembered every promise.

Then made them all break.

Poison Rot

27/05/26

[Murder]

(Found in the secret dungeon library)

Poison Rot was not poison and not rot, but something in between.

It began as green veins beneath the eyes, turning sight to fog, then darkness.

Mana fled next.

Wards slipped from the skin. Healing prayers curdled in the throat. Even fire spells died cold in the hand.

There was no cure.

Those infected stopped dreaming first, then stopped remembering names.

At the end, their bodies bloomed with black flowers of spoiled mana.

They died awake, blind, empty, and aware of every blessing leaving them behind forever.

Report \\Poison Rot//

27/05/26

[Sun Guard]

(Found in the secret dungeon library)

Day two

Sun Guard reports.

They called it research because hope sounded too fragile.

In the lower academy, healers gathered samples of Poison Rot in sealed glass, each jar wrapped in prayer cloth and ash. They tried silver blessings first.

The light went blind.

They tried – – – – – magic next, asking – – – – – to draw the sickness out.

The – – – – – screamed black and died.

They tried fire, water, memory spells, dragon ash, ground perl, moon salt, even iron filings. 

Nothing cured it.

Some treatments slowed the blindness. Some made the infected remember names for one more hour. One laughed again before the rot reached her heart.

That was considered progress.

The researchers stopped sleeping.

Herbs helped, but for more hours.

Their hands shook. Their eyes stained green. Every failed cure destroyed a little mana from the room, then a little from them.

At last, Mira wrote the truth in the cure ledger:

Poison Rot does not resist healing.

It eats the wish to heal.

Below her words, the ink spoiled black.

Singing Iron

27/05/26

[– – – – –]

(Found in the Secret Secret Library)

Ringing iron was worse than – – – – – – – iron.

Iron reversed.

When the bells in the – – – – –  – – – – – began to hum, blessings ran backward.

Healed scars opened like flowers.

The healers screamed for silence.

The iron sang louder.

Singing – – – – made the world regret ever being saved.

When the bell didn't work.

We made the wheel.

–The book is ripped in half, the missing pages gone–

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 25th 2026

thank you factorialrabbits and fourwingedsnake for timestamps for books recently! Thankfully not many people were streaming so today's were easy to do

Today's books were so freaking long.

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

\\An eye on Graecie//

Mana

Keepers of Dead

–––––––

Caring

Friendship Rite

\\An eye on Graecie//

25/05/26

[Unsigned]

(Given to Sausage and others of the Celestial Metals by Sun Guard)

Keep an eye on Graecie…

Mana

25/05/26

[Ghosts of Memory]

(Dropped in front of Megii’s room and found by Celestial Metals + NoName in the second Crypt)

Mana was not only power.

It was memory.

Every spell left an imprint. Every blessing pressed a shape into the world. A healed wound did not vanish completely; the grass remembered the blood. A fireball did not truly end; the stone remembered the heat. A dying prayer did not fade; the air held it like breath beneath glass.

Nature forgot nothing.

Roots kept the footsteps of soldiers. Rivers carried the names of the drowned. Mountains held screams in their bones. Even flowers growing over graves leaned toward the last warmth of the hands buried below them.

That was why old forests felt awake.

That was why battlefields grew crooked.

That was why the Dragon Crypt could never be only stone and ash.

The dead had left too much of themselves behind.

Their fear. Their love. Their pain. Their final wishes.

All of it became mana.

All of it became memory.

The Keepers understood this better than kings. They knew ghosts were not mistakes. They were echoes the world had refused to release.

But the Iron Wheel did not understand memory.

It drank.

And when it drank, it did not only weaken spells. 

It erased imprints.

Painfully.

A mother’s last blessing. A soldier’s final courage. A dragon’s dream of the sky. The soft magic left behind by every life that had ever loved the world enough to remain.

Nature held onto everything.

The Wheel taught it how to let go.

Apart from dragons.

Blessing 

Isn’t

Keepers of Dead

25/05/26

[Crypt of the Dead]

(Found by Celestial Metals + NoName in the second Crypt)

The Keepers of the Dead Crypt wore white, not armor.

They were healers once, every one of them. Mages who had spent the last great war stitching soldiers back together with shaking hands and silver light. When the war ended, they did not return to temples, courts, or warm homes.

They went below.

Beneath the castle below the roots, below even the iron chains, lay the human dead. Thousands rested there, sealed in halls where no sun could accuse the living.

But not all of them slept.

On the bottom floors, the ghosts wandered.

Some still carried broken swords. Some still cried for mothers whose names had turned to dust. Some asked where their bodies were. Some did not know they had died.

The Keepers walked among them with lanterns of soft blue fire.

They did not bind the ghosts. 

They did not command them.

They listened.

When a spirit screamed, a Keeper sang. When a ghost reached with dead hands, a Keeper let themselves be touched. When grief turned sharp, the Keepers stood still and took the cold through their bones.

They would never commit violence.

Not against the dead.

Not against the living.

Not even to save themselves.

The Keepers knew peace forced upon pain was not mercy.

It was forgetting.

–––––––

25/05/26

[Forbidden Banishment by ––––––]

(Found by Celestial Metals + NoName in the second Crypt)

Banishment is not ––––

That was the –––– lesson written in the ––––––, carved where even queens were forbidden to –––––––

To –––– a thing was to end its breath.

To banish a thing was to deny it a place.

A ghost driven from a hal did not vanish. A curse forced from blood did not cease. A dragon’s grief torn from bone did not become peace. It only moved elsewhere, searching for a crack, a name, a memory willing to hold it.

The world kept everything.

Mana became memory. Memory became imprint. Imprint became haunting.

That was why the Keepers feared banishment more than violence. Violence broke the body. Banishment broke the bond between pain and the place that understood it.

The –––– Wheel could ––––

It could

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

But silence was not mercy.

Somewhere, the stolen mana remained.

In roots.

In rivers.

In children born crying at the sound of bells.

Nothing banished was gone.

It waited.

And when the world remembered where it had been taken from, it always came home.

––––The book has many crossed out words, pages, as if forbidden–––

Caring

25/05/26

[Keeper]

(Found by Celestial Metals + NoName in the second Crypt)

The healers were the first to suffer by accident.

No one warned them it had been turned.

Sister Elen laid her glowing hands over a solder’s broken ribs and whispered the old blessing. Silver light bloomed between her fingers.

Then it twisted.

The blessing screamed.

Elen gasped as the magic was pulled from her palms, not gently, not cleanly, but like thread ripped from flesh. The soldier’s bones began to mend, then cracked again, then mended wrong. His blood sealed too fast beneath the skin, swelling the trapped pain.

“Stop,” he begged.

it kept drinking.

The healers wept because their gifts still wanted to save.

But every blessing they cast became a wound before it became mercy.

Deep below, the Iron Wheel turned on.

And every healer above learned the same terrible truth:

Iron did not hate magic.

It simply did not care who needed it…

It drank

Banishment

Isn't

Friendship Rite

25/05/26

[Ritual of Friendship and Memory]

Bring me a circle, wide and grand,

not tiny, shy, or

poorly planned.

Set one dragon stone inside my ring,

then gather friends and start the thing.

I ask one book to trap the tale,

four paper sheets that never bail.

An apple too, for snack based glory,

a poppy, because love improves the story.

One string must join the goofy crew,

or memories wander off like stew.

Now place my blocks where feet may dance.

A cake for joy and second chance,

some dirt where silly roots can grow,

orange wool with sunset glow.

Oak planks make a homely floor,

a crafting table asks, “Build more?”

A chest must guard the laughs you keep,

A torch must shine when jokes get deep.

But listen close, you lone potato,

this rite rejects the solo bravado.

Two or more must stand inside, with friendship, chaos, snacks, and pride.

When all is right, I hum and sparkle,

less “ancient doom,” more ”party miracle.”

The cake may giggle, the chest may sneeze, the torch my flirt with nearby trees.

Your memories swirl, your names combine, your shared adventure starts to shine.

What am I, born from jokes and histories, from blocks, snacks, strings, and mysteries?

Solve me, friend, and you shall see:

a crystal of memories made by we.

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 22nd 2026

Once again, the horrors.

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

BanishNightmare

BanishNightmare

22/05/26

Before corruption [Banish Nightmares] 

After corruption [Drop Truce]

When midnight scratches at your door,

draw wide the circle, clean and bright.

No bags, no chains, no heavy boots;

let nothing drag you into night.

Stand shoulder-close with one brave friend, for nightmares fear a doubled spark.

A lonely heart may whisper spells, but two can shout them through the dark.

Place down a book with empty pride,

a common tome no quill may claim.

Its pages hold no written words,

so dreams can lose their stolen name.

Beside it set a redstone block,

a ruby heart that hums awake.

It beats beneath the sleeping world

until the shadow starts to shake.

Then count seven feathers, pale and light,

and lay them softly, one by one.

They lift the fear from tired eyes

like dawn persuading ghosts to run.

Now breathe, step back, and speak: “Be gone.”

Light the flame.

Say goodbye to your nightmares.

And sleep easy.

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 21st 2026

The Colour is possibly the longest book that's been written so far. Awesome poem? with an ABCB rhyme scheme, I recommend.

Also added a new tag

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

Seren's First

Queen's Order

Iron Wheel

The Colour

Seren's First

21/05/26

[Seren]

(Dropped by Sun Guard ‘accidentally’ in front of Scott)

I first heard the frost speak when i was nine.

It whispered from the windowpanes, tracing silver veins across the glass, promising silence, beauty, obedience. When I lifted my hand, the room exhaled white mist. Water in the basin hardened. My breath became stars. I laughed because the world had answered me.

After that I chased the cold like fever. I froze puddles beneath my boots, flowers in mid-bloom, birdsong in the throats of sparrows. Power poured through me sweet as moonlight, and every shiver in my bones felt like applause.

But magic does not love you back.

It grew hungry. It slipped from my fingers when I slept. It iced the hearth, cracked the walls, turned soup to stone. Mother begged me to stop practicing. Father held my wrists and said my name as if it were a rope.

I was angry. Afraid. Proud.

The frost came roaring.

It climbed them slowly, from toes to knees to lungs. Their eyes stayed alive longest, watching me through crystal tears. They tried to scream, but winter filled their mouths.

I have never been warm since that night. Now every spell I cast sounds like my parents dying again in silence.

Banishment

Isn’t

Queen's Order

21/05/26

[Keeper]

(Found by Megii in the base of one of the statues in the Dragon Crypt)

The Queen came at midnight with soldiers behind her and iron on every throat.

“Tell me how the Wheel obeys.” she commanded.

“Tell me how it drinks, how it turns, how it can be made to kneel.”

The old keeper lowered his eyes.

In the pit below, the Iron Wheel groaned once.

A whisper moved through the walls.

No.

The Queen’s face hardened. “I am your sovereign.”

No, said the whisper again, softer then ash, older than crowns.

The keeper trembled. “Majesty, the Wheel was built to protect the dead.”

The whisper breathed through the iron.

Not serve the living.

Iron Wheel

21/05/26

[Wheel of the Crypt]

(Found by Megii in the base of one of the statues in the Dragon Crypt)

The Iron Wheel was not built to turn grain.

It turned beneath the volcano, hidden below where the mountain’s breath kept its teeth red-hot. Every night it groaned in its circle, and every night the area forgot a little magic.

Blessings hated the sound.

A healer’s prayer would split like glass. A mother’s ward would crawl back into her hands, shaking. Charmed blackened on doorframes. Silver lights curled away from the air as if burned.

They said the wheel protected the dead.

They were not lying.

Deep below, in the Dragon Crypt, the ancient bones dreamed too loudly. Their souls still burned with fire, memory, and grief. Without iron, they would rise from sleep and scream through the mountain, not alive, not dead, only hurting.

So the wheel dramk.

It pulled stray mana from the graves. It thinned the flames around restless spirits. It kept the dragons still when sorrow made their bones remember wings,

But blessings were mana too.

Still mana….

When the Iron Wheel turned faster, mercy became pain. Healing magic tore itself apart trying to survive. Every saved wound reopened in the spell that I saved it. Every saved wound reopened in the spell that saved it. Every cured fever screamed through the light that cured it.

Magic did not die quietly.

It begged. 

Lysa heard it when she stood the door, her brother’s grey crystal in her hand.

And murdering  everything that kept the living whole.

Above the door, old words had been carved in black iron:

Let it turn for sleep.

Never for power.

Banishment

Isn’t

The Colour

21/05/26

[Of Cheese]

When moonless candles make a ring,

and quartz awaits the waking flame,

bring not a sword, nor golden crown,

but offerings with foolish names.

Let one stone sit within the round,

a dragon’s alter, dark and still.

Its belly keeps the sacred snacks,

and burps with ancient cheddar will.

First seek the thing that dares be Cheese; not almost nearly, kind of close.

Its name must wear that single word,

as proudly as a wizard’s robe.

Beside it place an orange sign:

a thing whose title holds the hue.

Wool, carpet, banner, any scrap;

if Orange speaks, the rite hears true.

Yet cheese alone is for too grand

to enter history on its on.

It calls for Crackers, crisp and plain.

a crunchy court before the throne.

Then fetch the spoon no giant sees,

a Tiny Spoon, absurdly small.

The cheese respects a humble tool

More than a diamond axe or wall.

Within the circle set a block

That sings in wooden, hollow tone.

Tune it three clicks from silent sleep:

the orange note must be its own.

But music needs a proper seat;

beneath that box of sound and pride,

Lay orange wool, a sunset square.

so cheese may bounce and not collide.

A cake must watch with frosted eyes,

for dairy law demands a snack.

It need not speak, not lose a slice;

it only stares and judges back.

A bell must stand nearby as well,

To ring the news through field and hall:

“The cheese is here! Behave yourselves!”

They cheese likes gossip most of all.

But foolish power hates lone hands;

one caster cannot brie alone.

Another soul must share the ring,

or cheese will leave the rite unknown.

And every person in that place,

from nervous mage to laughing friend,

Must hold a stick in either hand,

a wooden oath from start to end.

Then strike the center, wake the fire,

and let the silly heavens squeeze.

If all is right, the sky will melt,

and crown the fool who pleased the cheese.

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 20th 2026

We have a new contender for most horrifying predecessor death book :D

Last post probably before I evaporate for exams... BUT ALSO THEY JUST FOUND A NEW CHEESE RITUAL TODAY???? PLEASE IF IT'S WRITTEN IN A BOOK I WANT TO TRANSCRIBE IT OH MY GOODNESS (21st May 2026)

Also. Totally didn't post this on the wrong blog.. um..

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

Diary \\Unknown//

Diary \\Drop Truce//

Half Born

Last Spark

🟡Last Texture

Diary \\Unknown//

20/05/26

[Unknown] (signed)

(Found by Drift in the cave where Sparklez and Kara were kept while kidnapped)

I found the diary today, half buried beneath Lily of the Valley, its pages damp but strangely warm. The forest was silent, too silent, as if every flower watched me read.

Her words unsettled me. A woman tricked into darkness by a husband of stone and anger. A ritual for a hug. A way to call back whoever the heart misses most.

I am only a spy. I follow trails, gather secrets, vanish before sunrise. But this felt too sacred to leave behind.

So I carried it to the cave. Someone found our cave. I must relocate.

Someone must remember her.

Diary \\Drop Truce//

20/05/26

[Drop Truce]

(Found by Drift in the cave where Sparklez and Kara were kept while kidnapped)

I do not know how many nights have passed beneath these black branches. The forest has no moon, only flowers glowing like tiny ghosts.

I keep close to the Lily of the Valley, my dearest bloom, their white bells nodding as if they remember daylight.

My husband brought me here. His heart was stone, his voice anger. He promised me a garden, then shut the dark behind me and left me among the roots and thorns.

Ioday, I heard whispers in the petals. A ritual. A way to seek a hug from the one my soul misses most.

Perhaps if I gather the offerings, love will answer. Perhaps arms will reach through the shadows and pull me into the light.

I must find:

An ender pearl, round as a trapped star.

A wheat, golden like morning.

An egg, warm with beginnings.

One dirt, the memory of earth.

Four redstone, bright as bleeding hope.

One amethyst shard purple as twilight.

I know the one that I will always trust and love will come save me.

But I will try…

But no wheat grows…

The lilies are listening.

Half Born

20/05/26

[Half Born Wheel]

Mira, Earth Mage of the lower halls, was ordered to raise the mountain’s bones.

She pressed both hands to the blackstone and called deep iron upward. Usually the earth answered her like an old friend, slow and warm and strong.

This time, it screamed.

Iron veins tore through the rock drinking at her spell as she pulled. Her magic sparked, weakened, vanished, then returned in painful bursts. Every command broke half way. Every breath tasted of rust.

“Higher,” the royal smith demanded.

Mira clenched her teeth and lifted again.

The earth obeyed.

The iron did not.

It swallowed her strength, shut her magic off, and left her shaking beside the half-born Wheel.

By dawn, the first ring stood ready.

Mira hated it.

Not because it was powerful.

Because it was hungry.

Banishment

Isn’t

Last Spark

20/05/26

[Last Spark]

The Mage of Electrokinesis was born during a thunderstorm.

Lightning struck the tower where they slept, but instead of killing them, it curled into their veins and stayed. After that, sparks followed their footsteps. Metal sang when they passed. Storm clouds gathered whenever they were afraid. 

At the capital’s final battle, corruption climbed the walls like living night. The Electrokinesis Mage stood upon the highest tower and raised both hands.

Every lantern shattered.

Every sword hummed.

Every bolt of lightning in the sky answered at once.

They hurled storm-fire into the streets, tearing corruption apart in white-blue flashes. For a moment, the capital became daylight.

But power that bright does not pass gently.

Lightning burned through their nerves, their heart, their eyes. They smiled through the pain and called one final strike.

The corruption broke.

And the Mage of Electrokinesis fell, thunder mourned above.

🟡Last Texture

20/05/26

🟡[Unknown]

(Given to Melinks by Sun Guard. Transcribed from audio)

The Mage of Textiles fought with thread, cloth and quiet patience. They could stitch wounds clothes with silver silk. Weave closed that could hide entire families, and turn torn banners into shields stronger than steel.

Before the final battle soldiers laughed at their needles. They stopped laughing when the corruption breached the capital gates. 

The Textiles Mage stood in the market square and pulled every loose thread in the city towards them. Cousins; uniforms; funeral veils; children's blankets; and royal tapestries unraveled into one vast living weave. 

It wrapped the streets the bound monsters it covered the wounded and dragged them to safety

But corruption tangled in the fabric. Black thread curled back into the Mages hands sewing through skin muscle and bone . 

Still, they kept weaving until the final refugees escaped.

At dawn, the capital found them hanging between the rooftops. Part of the cloth that had saved them.

[the-flight-archivist]

Announcement!!

So. Archive updates will slow down significantly as we get closer to June and closer to my finals! I gotta lock tf in (haha). There may or may not be an update for May 20th, we'll see.

Things will pick back up sometime around mid to late June— I think— when I'm done with everything.

.. it's actually quite convenient that a small(?) chunk of the CCs are also taking a little break during TwitchCon time.

(OC lore reason for my disappearance is that she's gotten herself stuck in one of the secret passages and is lost in there... man I hope she survives ;-;)

Also quick THANK YOU SO MUCH to the handful of peeps who have been sending me timestamps for books, love you all a lot for that, saves me so much time you all deserve to have a nice book to read with a hot beverage on a chill afternoon 🥺🙏

[the-flight-archivist]

Having spent hours reading and writing of Terraventus and it's inhabitants— why not get into character a little?

Archiving so many books... it's no wonder a body made to enact my role appeared in these pages.

Hey guys, remember that secret lil tag that was mentioned in my master post? Yeah, this is it. Sorry to disappoint if you were expecting something more exciting.

I will drop some of my character's lore and design choices at a later date, and they will all be tagged with #MonobytheirFlightOC (I'm still workshopping it.. it might change later but it is what it is) so if you don't want to see anything about this oc and are only here for the books, you can just block the tag :D

Just a few development sketches here. and also specifically how she holds her pen

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 19th 2026

Possibly one of the saddest predecessor death books om

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

Reading Rite

Last Mushroom

Reading Rite

19/05/26

[Eyes light]

The Reading Rite is a gentle ritual for opening a silent mind to written words.

Place eighty-two feathers into the ritual stone, so thought may become language. Add sixty-four ink sacs, deep and dark enough to carry meaning across the page.

Set down one book at the centre, waiting to be understood, then place two amethyst shards beside it to sharpen memory and focus.

When the circle is ignited, ink rises like smoke and feathers turn in the air. The book opens by itself, its letters glowing softly.

When the ritual ends, the chosen soul gains the ability to read.

Last Mushroom

19/05/26

[Last Mushroom]

(Found in the cave where Sparklez and Kara were kept when they’d been kidnapped)

The Mage of Mushrooms was never meant for war.

Their magic belonged to damp forests, fallen logs, soft earth, and quiet healing. They gre glowing caps to guide lost children home and brewed spores that eased fevered dreams.

Then corruption reached the capital.

In the lower tunnels, where survivors hid beneath the streets, the Mushroom Mage stood alone. They filled the passages with living fungus, sealing cracks, feeding the starving and poisoning the rot that tried to crawl through.

But corruption did not kill them.

It learned them.

Black spores bloomed beneath their skin. Their own mushrooms rooted through their arms, ribs, and throat, twisting every breath into agony. They could feel each growth drinking from them, spreading, flowering, refusing to let them rest.

Still, they held the tunnels shut.

By dawn, the people below survived.

The Mushroom Mage lived too, buried in their own garden, awake, breathing, and unable to move.

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 17th 2026

Spy Report is a very interesting report about the spies in the academy which might be able to give more light on what tfSniff is actually true. It could be planted by Sniff, but I doubt that since it doesn't match their stories... but alas, that's just conjecture

propaganda go brr..

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

\\Rebel diary 1//

\\Rebel diary 2//

Spy Report

Last Decay

Trident

Diary \\Farmer Tom//

\\Rebel Diary 1//

17/05/26

[Unsigned]

(Found in a rebel camp in a cave by Maddy and Pyro)

Day 12

The cave has become quieter than I expected. At first, the dripping stone and pulsing mana kept me awake, but now the sound feels almost like a heartbeat.

Life grows everywhere here: moss on the walls, roots through the ceiling, tiny flowers opening without sunlight. It is beautiful, and terrifying.

Today, we received no message from the academy. That silence worries me more than bad news. Either the they are hidden well, or something has gone wrong. We cannot risk sending another scout yet.

The others packed some supplies, ready in case we must flee. I stayed near the pool, letting its warmth slow the darkness.

We wait. We breathe. We survive.

\\Rebel diary 2//

17/05/26

[Unsigned]

(Found in a rebel camp in a cave by Maddy and Pyro)

Diary — Day 17

The cave still breathes with mana and life, glowing softly in every crack of stone. I can feel the corruptoin slowing outside. There is too much energy here, too much pure life for it to feed properly. For one I can think clearly.

The rebels reported back at dusk. They are planted successfully inside the academy, hidden among students, servants, and scholars. Still, they must be careful. Whispers say spies of Storm have entered the academy too

The package was delivered. Our rebel carried it through without being caught. Soon, they will destroy everyone from within, quietly, piece by piece, until the academy belongs to us.

Now that we know our people are safe, it is time to return to headquarters tomorrow. No more hiding. No more damp stone walls. The other tents are packed and gone.

Only us left.

Me and Frank will go to collect some apples for the long ride home.

Spy Report

17/05/26

[Captain Cap]

(Found in the cave where Sparklez and Kara were kept when they’d been kidnapped)

The spy hidden inside the Dragon School sent only one message before silence took them.

Balance and Snake have been secured.

No one in the cave camp celebrated. The Mage of Balance was too dangerous to keep chained for long, and the Snake Mage had already bitten through some chains and whispered poison into another’s dreams.

Still, they had to be studied. The coming war could not spare the unprepared.

The other two spies had their task. But none had reported back. Now the cave felt smaller.

Footsteps echoed where no one walked. Torches bent away from the tunnels. Somewhere above, the Dragon School would soon notice two empty beds, two missing names, two powers stolen from under its roof.

At dawn, the camp would move.

I will be gone.

Before the mages came looking.

Last Decay

17/05/26

[Final Endings]

The Mage of Decay and Destruction was not born cruel.

Their magic simply ended things.

Flowers wilted when they passed. Iron rusted beneath their fingers. Stone cracked at their touch. For years, they were feared, while the Life Mage was loved. She restored what they ruined.

She grew what they broke. They were opposites, and everyone knew which one the world preferred.

At the capital’s final battle, corruption reached the inner streets. Life stood against it, pouring green-gold light into the wounded city.

Decay stood beside her.

For once, their power was needed.

They destroyed the rot before it could spread, crumbling infected walls, withering poisoned roots, turning corruption into dust. But the magic did not stop there. It crawled back into them, hungry and familiar.

Their skin greyed. Their bones weakened. Their heart began to crumble.

Life tried to save them.

Decay smiled sadly.

“Some things must end.”

Then they fell apart

Trident

17/05/26

[The Guardian]

(Found by Oli in one of the signal towers by the coast)

The Guardian of the Sea stood upon the cliffs below the capital where the waves struck black stone and salt clung to the walls.

They were older than the harbor bells, with a trident of pale silver held always in their hands.

Sailors said the sea listened when they spoke. Fisherman swore the tides bent away from the city because of them. When winter storms rose too high, the Guardian would lift the trident, and the waters would fall back like hounds called to heel.

They asked for no crown, no temple, no praise.

Only vigilance.

By night, they watched the dark horizon for anything that moved wrongly beneath the waves. By day, they walked the seawall in silence, a lone figure between the capital and the deep.

And when danger finally came from the sea, the people did not cry for a king.

They cried for the one with the trident.

Diary \\Farmer Tom//

17/05/26

[Farmer Tom]

(Found by Oli)

Dear Diary

Today has been like many others,i wake at dawn, eat a simple breakfast then i work in the fields. When i come home Margret always has a warm meal waiting for me, i love her dearly. she still wishes to learn to read

and write, but we are so busy it is hard to find the time to teach her.

Dear Diary

 Joyous day, Margret is with child, i can hardly wait for our family to grow. It mean i will have to work even harder but they will be worth it.

Dear Diary

Today we were told that there is a threat to the capital but the Queen is going to save us.

She is bringing new dragon riders, and they will protect us

Praise be to Her Majesty

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 16th 2026

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

Last Shadow

The Gate

Inner Sky

Fallen Star

🟡 Dear Cambam

The Last Fairy

Last Shadow

16/05/26

[Final Shadows]

The Shadow Mage had always walked where light refused to follow.

They could fold darkness into blades, stitch it across wounds, hide armies beneath a single cloak of night. At the capital’s final battle, when corruption flooded the streets, they stepped into the breach and called every shadow home.

The walls blackened. Alleys stretched. The Dark hesitated has its own shape was stolen from beneath it. For one glorious moment, the Shadow Mage turned night against night, binding monsters in chains made from their silhouettes.

Then shadows answered too eagerly.

Every hidden fear, every secret grief, every darkness they had ever commanded poured back into them. Their body thinned like smoke. Their bones became outlines. Their mouth opened, but only cold dusk spilled out.

They tried to hold the spell.

Instead, the spell held them.

At dawn, the capital survived, and their shadow remained screaming on the stone forever.

The Gate

16/05/26

[Heart Gate]

To raise a gate worthy of the stars, offer four Ender Pearls to pull space apart, sixteen Obsidian blocks to frame the impossible, sixteen Amethyst Shards to focus its power, sixteen Stone blocks to bind it to earth, and one fallen Star to awaken the doorway’s ancient heart.

Inner Sky

16/05/26

[Peaceful Blessings]

To open the Inner Sky, offer one fallen Star as the spell’s heart, two Ender Pearls to pierce distance, sixteen Amethyst Shards to focus thought, sixteen panes of Tinted Glass to hide mortal sight

And eight Obsidian blocks to anchor the vision before it tears your mind apart completely forever.

Then the blessing of the Inner Sky will guide you forever.

Fallen Star

16/05/26

[Fallen Star]

(Not able to be copied)

To bend time with beauty and summon the fallen star, offer one Clock to command the passing seconds, one Rose Bush to mark life’s blooming cycle, sixteen Amethyst Shards to sharpen the ritual’s focus, and eight Obsidian blocks

To hold the moment still before the spell rushes forward and history remembers your name.

🟡Dear Cambam

16/05/26

🟡[Unknown] tho it’s probably Giselle

Dear Prince Cambam,

I have learned of your departure.

Please never return.

Signed, Giselle

The Last Fairy

16/05/26

[Final Wing]

The Fairy Mage was small enough to be overlooked and bright enough to be remembered forever.

Their magic lived in laughter, wings, wishes, and tiny lights that danced between their fingers. Children loved them most, because they could turn tears into bubbles and nightmares into moths of gold.

When corruption reached the capital, it found nursery halls first.

The fairy Mage flew before the doors, shaking but smiling, as hundreds of children cried behind them. They scattered fairy dust across the threshold, weaving a glittering wall of bells, beatles, and silver light.

The corruption struck.

Their wings tore.

Still, they held.

Every child received one final blessing: a path of glowing footprints leading safely away.

But fairy majic was fragile when used too long. Their body cracked like glass. Their light poured out in screaming colours.

By dawn, the children lived.

In the nursery doorway, only two broken wings remained.

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 15th 2026

VERY interesting implications with 'Home' and 'First Wind' today

Also, Legs was diabolical for 'Crypt of Iron'

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

First Wind

Home

Last Void

Crypt of Iron

First Wind

15/05/26

[Aveline]

Aveline was born during a storm, and the wind never truly left them. It followed in doorways, culled through their sleeves, and whispered warnings before danger arrived.

At the academy, other mages forged fire, stone, and death. Aveline held out one empty hand.

The teachers laughed until the air sharpened.

Aveline learned that wind could be more than breath. It could become a sword, invisible but singing. With a twist of the wrist, they shaped a blade from pressure and speed. With a step, they sent a slice through falling leaves, cutting through each one cleanly in half before it touched the ground.

But wind did not obey anger. It answered balance. 

When riders climbed the mountain, Aveline stood alone at the gate. They raised their hand, calm as sky.

The wind became a sliver edge.

One slice split every weapon strap.

Not one person bled.

The storm bowed and Aveline bowed back.

Home

15/05/26

[Mira’s Life]

(Found by Ros, False, and Sniff in a hidden passage)

Mira found the door behind a cracked wall after midnight, while chasing a whisper that knew her name. Inside the walls waited a secret library, smaller than anything lit by candles that never melted. Books fluttered like birds. Spells breathed from silver pages.

She studied for days, sleeping beneath maps of forgotten kingdoms, eating crumbs from her pocket, drinking rain caught in crystal bowls. She learned to summon sparks, bend shadows, and hear the memories of stone. Power grew warm in her hands.

But every spell led deeper. Staircases changed. Shelves slid silently shut. The door she had entered through became only brick.

On the seventh day, Mira found one empty book. Its first page said, To leave, write what you seek.

Mira wrote, Home.

The walls sighed. A new doorway opened.

But behind her, the library whispered, Come back when you seek yourself.

But the ending

wasn’t home.

Last Void

15/05/26

[Last Void]

(Found by Ros, False, and Sniff in a hidden passage in the ritual room)

The Mage of Void spoke rarely, because even words felt too full.

Their magic was absence. Not darkness, not death, not shadow — nothing.

Where they lifted a hand, sound vanished. Flame forgot how to burn. Blades passed through empty air. Even corruption hesitated before them, unsure what could be taken from someone already hollow.

At the final battle of the capital, the Dark tore through the inner gates, swallowing every spell thrown against it.

So the Void Mage stepped forward.

They opened the emptiness inside their chest and let it widen.

The corruption screamed without sound as pieces of it disappeared, erased from the world like ink washed from paper. Streets cleared. Soldiers breathed. The city gained one final chance.

But the void did not close.

It kept taking.

First their hands. Then their name. Then every memory of their face.

By dawn, the capital stood.

And no one knew who had saved it.

Crypt of Iron

15/05/26

[Resting Souls]

(Found by Legs and Sniff in the Dragon Crypt)

Iron Drinks.

That was the first law carved above the Dragon Crypt, deep below the volcano, where the bones of ancient dragons rested beneath rivers of molten light.

The crypt was not sealed with gold, stone, or spellwork. It was sealed with iron.

Black iron chains circled every tomb. Iron rinds hung from the walls. Iron dust was mixed into the ash between the graves. To humans, it seemed cruel, a prison for the dead.

But dragons were made of fire, memory, and magic. Even after death, their souls burned too brightly. Without iron, they would rise again in grief, roaring through the mountain, searching for wings they no longer had.

So the iron drank.

It swallowed the restless mana. It softened the flame. It held each dragon soul gently in place, not as punishment, but as mercy.

In the Dragon Crypt, iron did not destroy.

It guarded sleep.

But there was one warning carved deeper than all the rest:

Beware the mage with an iron soul.

Common iron drank mana slowly. Crypt iron softened dragon fire, held restless spirits still, and let the dead sleep beneath the volcano. It was mercy made metal.

But an iron soul was different.

It did not merely drink magic.

It hungered

The mage was born silent. Untouched by blessing, flame, storm, or star. Spells bent away from them. Wards cracked when they walked too close. In their chest, something cold and endless turned like a wheel.

Iron drinks.

When they entered the Dragon Crypt, every chain began to sing.

The sleeping souls stirred.

The iron meant to protect them answered its master, pulling harder, drinking deeper.

Dragon dreams dimmed. Ancient flames guttered. The mountain shook as if the world itself had felt fear.

For if an iron soul ever learned to command all iron, every spell, spirit, and living spark of mana could be swallowed.

And the world would become quiet.

[the-flight-archivist]

Change log 5

Past Changes has been moved to May 5th. I think I got the day mixed up originally...

[the-flight-archivist]

The Flight SMP books May 11th 2026

Dragon Tournament day!

I didn't check through every single stream for this day since I'm pretty sure most people either ended right after the event or didn't go exploring enough to find new books... lmk still if I missed anything

Also, slightly funny how Medic Violet turned into Nurse Violet, either that or there's just 2 Violets working at the academy

Master post pinned on my profile

New books:

Nurse Violet

\\Infirmary riddle Feles//

🟡\\Infirmary riddle Lupi//

🟡\\Infirmary riddle Vulpes//

\\Revival ritual//

\\Shared awakening//

Nurse Violet

11/05/26

[Nurse]

(Given to Graecie by ‘the ghost’ — aka theambear)

Nurse Violet knew every corner of School: the busy office, the quiet library, and the tiny medical room smelling of soap and peppermint..

One rainy afternoon while searching for bandages, she noticed cold air slipping from behind a wall.

\\Infirmary riddle Feles//

11/05/26

[Unsigned]

(Found in the room labelled ‘Feles’ at the end of the hallway before the entrance to the infirmary’s hidden ritual room)

I bloom where quiet waters dream, small yet bright as captured sky. My petals hold a cheerful blue, a forest lantern for the eye. Pick me, and color follows, dying cloth with gentle light.

Among flowers, I am rare beauty, whispering spring’s secret name beside swamps at dawn forever.

🟡\\Infirmary riddle Lupi//

11/05/26

🟡[Unknown] but likely unsigned

I am a forest waiting in one fragile hand, born from leaves above shadowed vines. Plant me in earth, grant me time, and I may climb into emerald towers. Parrots may circle, cocoa may cling, and rain may crown my branches. What small green promise grows into wilderness?

🟡 \\Infirmary riddle Vulpes//

11/05/26

🟡[Unknown] but likely unsigned

I wear a crown of silent thorns, yet never seek a flight. I drink the desert’s hidden tears and guard them through the night. Touch me wrong, I bite without a mouth. Green and still, I stand beneath the sun, waiting for the patient hand to break me down slowly.

\\Revival ritual//

11/05/26

[Unsigned]

To turn a ghost to stone, place five apples in the circle for life, ten pearl nuggets to catch the drifting soul, and sixty-four cobblestone to give it weight. Then have all your Healing Mages In the Circle, and the ghost.

Around them, lay sixty-four amethyst shards, sharp enough to crack the ghost veil. Ad ten mana berries and ten measures of moon soul dust, so mana can fly from every mage toward the fairy vessel.

The ritual needs riders with healing mana and one with the fairy soul. When it ends, all inside lose mana for five minutes, and the hidden ghost becomes solid again.

\\Shared awakening//

11/05/26

[Unsigned]

The Ritual of Shared Awakening is a rite for many names at once.

Build a large ritual circle with exactly one Dragon Ritual Stone, then place one Echo Shard, one Book and Quill, and four Amethyst Shards into the stone.

Every rider seeking their hidden gift must stand inside the circle before the center quartz is ignited. When the rite begins, echo, ink, and crystal call to each soul together.

When it completes, each bound name awakens its personal magic, though unbound names receive nothing, and known gifts remain unchanged.

[the-flight-archivist]

Change log 4

Fully transcribed 'Last Life' with the correct paragraph spacing/ page turns. (W Ros for flicking through the book on the 3rd try prayge)