THE DIVINE FRACTURE: MATES & PAST LIVES

THE PROPHECY PART 2

AMARIS

The chosen shall be bound to the blood of her destroyer,

Now turned protector by fate's cruel hand.

When moonlight meets the flame in love unbroken,

Only then shall what was fractured be made whole."

Amaris's POV

The morning was cold and gray, the kind of quiet, Pale light crept through the frost-dusted windowpanes, scattering faint reflections across the walls. Outside, the clouds hung low with the promise of rain.

Amaris stirred beneath her blanket, her pulse unsteady as fragments of a voice lingered in her mind.

The chosen shall be bound to the blood of her destroyer, now turned protector.

Once united under love, shall what was broken heal what was torn apart.

Only then will the divine fracture be made whole.

She sat up slowly, the sheets cold against her skin, the words pulsing through her like a whisper that refused to fade. There was something haunting about them - ancient and intimate - like they'd been spoken just for her.

And somewhere beneath the echo, she felt it again. That strange warmth that came whenever she thought of Elias.

Or maybe it wasn't warmth. Maybe it was recognition.

A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts.

"Come in," she said quietly.

Her mother, Alina, entered with her usual calm grace, her dark hair pinned loosely at her shoulders. Even wrapped in a silk lilac robe, she carried the quiet dignity of someone who had seen too much but have chosen stillness over fear.

"You look pale," Alina said, sitting beside her on the bed. "Did you sleep poorly?"

"I... had a dream," Amaris murmured. "Or maybe a warning. There was a voice - it said something about the chosen and the protector... and something about healing what was broken."

Alina's expression shifted, not in surprise, but understanding. "Then it's begun."

"What's begun?"

"The echo of the old prophecy," Alina said softly. "It hasn't been spoken in centuries. It was said to come to the one meant to finish what Iris began, but I didn't know who would be included in this prophecy"

Amaris's brow furrowed. "Finish? I thought Iris ended the war."

Her mother's gaze darkened slightly. "No. Iris helped start it. She defied orders, choosing emotion over duty. Some say she fell in love with the wrong kind, a being she was forbidden to save, or that she was just bored and didn't agree with the way things were. Her defiance fractured the realms. Angels turned on each other, the fallen rose in rebellion, and humanity was caught in the ruin that followed."

Amaris's heart sank. "And we're tied to that?"

"Technically yes, In blood and history," Alina admitted. "But that doesn't define you. You are not Iris, no matter what the world may whisper. You are your own soul - and perhaps, the one meant to heal what she broke."

"But if this prophecy is true," Amaris said quietly, "and we're bound to someone from the bloodline that destroyed hers..."

Alina reached for her hand, her touch warm despite the chill in the room. "Then maybe that's exactly what He, the Divine intends. The chosen and the protector - love born from ruin. Perhaps that is how balance is restored, If this is meant to happen, and I think it is..then we'll be okay."

Amaris stared out the window where snowflakes had begun to fall - slow and uncertain - their descent soft against the muted world. Although her mom's words comforted her a little, She also didn't know whether the thought of destiny comforted her or terrified her.

Still, one name pulsed in her chest.

Elias.

His presence lingered like a shadow she didn't want to escape.

And miles away, in a castle wreathed in fog and silence, he was thinking of her too.