"No, Reyana. Visha isn't the chosen one." Klara broke the silence that had enveloped them.
"Who then is it?" Reyana asked, hoping they also weren't thinking she was the one, just like Shota thought.
"You are the Chosen one, Reyana. Not Visha," Reagan spoke for the first time since he stepped into her chamber.
A scoff escaped Reyana's lips, tinged with a bitterness that cut deep. "Not you all, too," She mumbled underneath her breath, but they all heard her loud and clear.
Her gaze darted between the concerned faces before her.
"Who else did you hear it from?" Klara asked curiously.
Reyana shook her head, refusing to say. "It doesn't matter, Klara. But, whoever or whatever this chosen one is or is meant to do, believe me, I am not her. Visha is more of the chosen one than I am," R
