The house is quiet. Too quiet. Everyone is gathered around the dining table, books spread everywhere like a paper explosion. But the only sound is the soft rustle of pages as I open the book I found in my room, the one Liam gave me a few days ago and I somehow forgot existed. The prophecy book. My hands shake as I flip to the page that tugged at me the moment I touched it. The page that feels like it’s been waiting for me. The ink glows faintly, silver and blue, like it recognizes me. I swallow hard and read aloud.
The Prophecy of the One
“Born of dual flame,
Child of shadow and light,
She who carries both shall rise
When the world trembles in fear.
Her power will awaken the old,
Her choice will unmake or remake the world.
The One is not born to follow fate—
But to decide it.”
Th
