"What about..." Lily hesitated, her voice dropping even lower. "What about our connection to the elements? The way we can bend them to our will?"
Her mother's eyes glinted with approval. "Yes, that too. It's a fundamental part of who we are, of our power. He needs to know what he's getting into."
Lily nodded slowly, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the wooden table. The weight of these secrets pressed down on her, a mix of responsibility and potential freedom swirling in her chest.
Lily took a deep breath, the scent of sage and lavender from her mother's kitchen grounding her. "And the prophecy?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Should I tell him about that too?"
Her mother's face grew solemn, the lines around her eyes deepening. "That, my dear, is perhaps the most
