Third-person POV:
At the center Lincoln stood, as the others stood in half-circle around him. The anticipation lingers in the air. Tonight was not like the rest—tonight, they would embark on the first step in the unfamiliar ties of fate.
"The Companions," Sky whispered, gaze raised to the ceiling where splinters of starlight flow through the cracks. "The prophecy mentioned them. Eight companions to pair with eight souls."
Star shivered to his side, grasping the pouch of starlight seeds. "Not just companions. But partners. If we are selected, then so must they select us."
Amir folded his arms, tinged with nervousness.
The tension that growing was cruel. Each of them had asked themselves the same question but were afraid to say it out loud.
It was Crisha who eventually break it. Her t
