You have to leave.”
Lucian turned toward the entrance.
“What?”
“Your time is almost over.”
“We need more answers.”
“You will have them.”
“When?”
“When the time is right.”
Lyra stepped forward.
“Wait!”
The Forgotten One looked at her.
“There is still so much I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
“Who was my mother?”
The Forgotten One’s eyes softened.
“You already know more than you think.”
“What does that mean?”
But before he could answer, another sound echoed through the dungeon.
The guards were returning.
Lucian grabbed Lyra’s hand.
“We have to go.”
Lyra looked back at the Forgotten One.
He remained in the darkness, watching her.
“Remember this, Lyra.”
She stopped.
“You are not a mistake.”
“You are not a curse.”
“You are the bloodline both worlds tried to erase.”
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