Cass grips the paddle, her jaw clenched with resolve, while Ezra, the eldest, checks a faded map, and Mila clutches a glass jar containing a swirl of mist—said to be the river’s stolen name. "If we don’t make it before dawn, our home will be forgotten," "We’ll make it. The river remembers us," "Let’s go, before it’s too late,"

Cass paddles fiercely, muscles straining, while Ezra mutters the old river rhyme under his breath, hoping to coax the current along. "River old and river wise, bring back what darkness hides," Mila peers into the jar, watching the mist swirl, her fingers trembling. "I can feel it moving. It wants to go home,"

Cass steadies the canoe, jaw set, while Ezra points at a fork in the river glowing faintly blue. "This way! The old map says the name waits near the twin stones," "I see them—over there. Hurry!" Mila shields the jar as the air hums with lost voices.

Mila kneels between the stones, unscrewing the jar. "It’s time. Please, remember us," Cass and Ezra join hands, the stones glowing as the mist escapes, weaving into the river and spelling out the lost name—Alderlin—across the water.

Ezra calls out encouragement, eyes fixed on the distant clock tower. "Hold on! We’re almost there—don’t let the sun touch the water!" Cass digs her paddle deep, heart pounding, while Mila watches the river glow with Alderlin’s name.

Cass leaps out, hugging Ezra and Mila, tears streaming down her face. "We did it. Alderlin lives," "The river remembers. And so will we," The siblings watch as the river sparkles, carrying their story onward, its name echoing beneath the dawn.