“She’s real.”
The words echoed through Ivy’s mind like a thunderclap as she stared into the dying embers of the vision.
A child.
Locked in darkness.
Runes burned into her skin. A flame hidden beneath chains.
A flameborn.
And not just any flameborn—
Her sister.
Liora stood beside her, still pale from the contact with the sigil.
“Ivy,” she said carefully, “I didn’t see what you saw. But the magic in that stone—it’s old. Forgotten. Hidden even from the archives.”
“It’s not just a vision,” Ivy whispered. “It’s a message. My mother left her behind.”
Liora hesitated. “Or had her taken.”
Ivy clenched her fists.
Selene Flameborn had died for her children. She wouldn’t have abandoned one. That meant the Shadow King hadn’t just come for her magic.
He came for her bloodline.
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