SYLVARA POV
The one chosen…
The whisper slithered through the dark.
The one who leads…
It didn't sound like one voice. It sounded like many. Old. As if the walls themselves were speaking.
The light to some…
A breath against my ear.
The darkness to the rest…
Cold fingers dragged down my spine.
Find your path… or destruction follows.
My heart jolted.
I gasped and my eyes flew open.
Stone ceiling. Iron lantern light. The scent of damp earth and metal.
It was not a dream.
Not fully.
Two guards stood at the foot of my bed, armored, unmoving. Watching.
My pulse thudded in my ears. I pushed myself upright, forcing my breathing to steady.
"You've been summoned by the council," one of them said.
Summoned.
So early?
I glanced toward the n
