POV: Nyxara
The Northern Mountains rose before me like jagged teeth trying to bite the sky. Three days of hard riding had brought me to the base of the Oracle's sanctuary, and my body screamed for rest. But I couldn't stop. Not when answers were so close.
The path wound upward through mist that felt alive, testing me. Magical wards brushed against my power, judging my worthiness. I pushed through, silver flames clearing the way when the wards grew too strong.
That night, camped on a narrow ledge, my mother appeared in my dreams.
"You're close, my daughter," she said, her form translucent. "The Oracle will show you truths that will break your heart. But you must see them. Must understand what's at stake."
"Why did you arrange the betrothal to Asheron?" I asked desperately. "Why keep it
