CHAPTER 6 ( The prophecy unveiled)
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The Tower of Nyx had grown quieter after the first attack, but the calm was deceptive. The stone corridors seemed to whisper as if the walls themselves knew what was coming.
Lyria and Kael stood before the Hall of Echoes, a chamber in the tower where the ancient magics of Isyra were recorded on floating silver glyphs. Light shimmered across the glyphs, revealing histories and secrets long buried.
“This is where the tower holds its knowledge,” Lyria explained. “Where no mortal eye may pry without consequence. And where the prophecy is written… in full.”
Kael frowned. “You’re saying it’s here… in this place?”
“Yes.” Lyria’s voice was soft but firm. “The words were meant for someone like me… but they mention you as well.”
Kael’s brow furrowed. “Me?”
Lyria traced her fingers along the glowing glyphs, her eyes reflecting the silver light. The words reshaped themselves in her mind, revealing a pattern only she could see. Then she began to speak, almost in a chant, almost as if the prophecy itself were guiding her.
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The Prophecy of the Moonbound Heir
"When the Blood Moon rises over fractured lands,
The child of lunar light shall awaken the storm.
Neither crown nor sword may stand alone,
For one shall rise in shadow, one in silver glow.
The kingdoms will tremble, divided by fear,
And the ancient darkness beneath the sands shall stir.
Only the unity of light and stone shall seal the rift,
But the cost shall demand hearts that dare defy fate itself."*
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Kael felt the weight of her words pressing against him. “Unity of light and… stone?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” Lyria said, turning to him. Her eyes shone with a mixture of fear and determination. “The prophecy speaks of two forces—one born of moonlight, one born of mortal strength. One of us must lead, the other follow… but both are needed to stop the darkness.”
Kael’s hands clenched into fists. “So it’s saying… me and you… together?”
Lyria nodded slowly. “Yes. But it’s more than that. The prophecy warns that if we fail… the darkness beneath Isyra will rise and consume both kingdoms. Our families, our people… everything.”
He stared at her, the air around them heavy with silence. “And if we succeed?”
She let out a breath, almost a whisper. “Then the kingdoms might finally see peace. But someone… someone will pay a price. Maybe both of us.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. For the first time in his life, duty and destiny collided in a way he couldn’t fight. He had been trained to obey orders, to protect Vhalaris at all costs. But now… the lines were blurred. The enemy wasn’t just armies. It was fate itself.
“I don’t like this,” Kael admitted. His voice was low, almost afraid. “I’ve spent my whole life preparing to fight. Now you’re telling me… I have to trust someone I was told to fear?”
Lyria stepped closer, her silver glow faint but steady. “You don’t have to like it, Kael. You just have to survive it… and survive me.”
For a moment, their eyes met. The tension between them was no longer simple distrust—it was something far more complicated, fragile, and dangerous.
“And one more thing,” Lyria said, her voice dropping even lower. “The prophecy… it mentions another truth. One that no one else knows. Something even the High Council has hidden.”
Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Tell me.”
She hesitated. Then finally, in a voice that trembled just slightly:
“It says the true darkness responds to a bloodline. Kael… it may be tied to you, not me.”
The words hit him like a blade. His vision narrowed. The past, the training, the certainty he had clung to his entire life… all of it shifted in a heartbeat.
“Me?” he whispered.
Lyria nodded. “I don’t know exactly how… but the attacks, the force under the desert… it answers to you. Not fully, but partially. And that means…” She stopped herself.
Kael’s fists clenched, jaw tight. “…That I’m not just a soldier. I might be the danger.”
“Or the key,” Lyria said softly. “It depends on what you choose. And if we fail… everything dies.”
Outside, the moon slipped behind a cloud. The Tower trembled faintly, as if aware that the balance of light and stone had begun.
And for the first time, Kael understood that the war he had been trained for his entire life was nothing compared to the war within himself.
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