Sienna sat alone in her private chambers, the room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. Her thoughts churned, tangled in the weight of the prophecy she had learned about only days before. Her heart was heavy, burdened by knowledge she wasn’t sure she could bear.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered to herself, staring down at her hands. She could feel the pulse of the future, the force of destiny stirring within her. Every fiber of her being felt it. Something inside her was waking up, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was as if the prophecy was calling to her, pulling her deeper into its grasp.
Suddenly, the pressure inside her chest grew unbearable. Her breathing quickened, and she placed a hand over her heart, feeling the frantic thud beneath h
