What Was Written Before Her Birth
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Roseline POV
The silver flames roared between us, and Kael’s face, fierce, furious, confused, flickered behind the barrier like a ghost.
His palms slammed against the glowing wall.
“Roseline!”
His voice cracked.
“Don’t let her shut me out!”
My breath trembled as the Moon Goddess stepped forward.
Her glow softened.
“He cannot follow you where you must go.”
I swallowed hard, staring at Kael’s silhouette through the flames.
For the first time since he rejected me…
He looked afraid of losing something.
But the goddess raised her hand, and the barrier thickened, silver turning to blinding white.
Kael’s voice became muffled.
Distant.
Then, nothing.
The light dimmed again, sealing him out.
The goddess turned to me.
“Child, your heart is breaking. But your path was never meant to begin with him.”
Tears filled my eyes.
“Then why was he tied to me at all?”
She walked toward the stone altar and motioned for me to follow.
“Because bonds do not always equal destiny.”
Her words echoed through the chamber.
Next to the altar was a massive circular stone, carved in ancient markings and glowing faintly.
“This,” she said, “is the Stone of First Moons.”
Silver light crawled across its surface, forming letters and symbols that shifted beneath my eyes.
“It holds the record of every chosen child born under the light of prophecy.”
My chest tightened.
“And mine… is written there?”
“Yes.”
My legs shook as we approached.
Every instinct inside me screamed that I wasn’t ready.
But fate didn’t care.
The goddess pressed her hand to the stone.
It glowed brighter..
Then began to speak.
Not in sound.
But in visions.
A swirl of silver light enveloped me, lifting me off the floor.
My breath hitched.
Suddenly...
I saw a woman lying in a sacred pool of moonwater—my mother.
Sweating. Crying.
Clutching her swollen belly as the moonlight...
The runes on the ancient stone blazed brighter, and the vision shifted again, pulling me deeper, into a memory that didn’t belong to me.
A vast hall appeared, filled with cloaked figures kneeling before a glowing moon-symbol carved into the floor. Their whispers rose like wind through dead leaves.
“Moonfire will return.”
“The prophecy awakens.”
“She will be born under the split star.”
“She will die… and rise again.”
My breath hitched.
They were speaking about me.
A cloaked man stepped forward and placed a scroll on the moon-symbol. The parchment glowed as if alive.
His voice thundered:
> “When the child of moonfire takes her first breath, the clans will tremble.
She will be hated, hunted, and betrayed.
She will fall by the hand of darkness…
but death will not keep her.
Her soul will break free.
And she will rise as the one true heir of the silver moon.”
The vision shattered into bright fragments.
I fell to my knees, gasping.
The Moon Goddess’s hands steadied me.
“These words were carved long before your mother carried you,” she said softly. “You were never meant to live an ordinary life.”
My voice cracked.
“Is… is that why the rogues want me dead?”
The goddess nodded.
“The dark clans fear your rebirth. If you die before your twenty-first moon—before your soul is ready—your power will be lost forever.”
A painful lump formed in my throat.
“So… if I die too early… the prophecy ends?”
“Yes.”
“And if I survive…?”
“Then the world changes.”
My heart trembled.
My fingers dug into the stone beneath me.
“Why didn’t I know?” I whispered. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why did I grow up thinking I was cursed?”
The goddess’s expression softened—sorrow flickering in her moonlit eyes.
“The one who should have protected you… betrayed you first.”
Cold rushed through my veins.
“Who?” I whispered. “Who betrayed me?”
The goddess did not answer.
Instead, she lifted her hand, and the air shimmered like water.
Another vision unfolded—this one clearer, sharper, closer to the present.
I saw myself as a child, alone, crying in the woods…
while a shadowed figure whispered to the elders:
> “She must never know who she is.
Hide her.
Suppress her wolf.
Make the pack fear her.”
My stomach twisted violently.
I leaned forward, trying to see the face of the person—
But the vision blurred.
The figure shifted into mist.
Then—
Another image burst forward:
A silver dagger dripping with blood.
A half-burned scroll.
A wolf with gold-tipped fur watching me from a distance.
Then everything vanished.
I gasped, grabbing the edge of the altar to stay upright.
“Why didn’t you show me their face?”
The goddess approached and tilted my chin up gently.
“Because knowing too soon would destroy you.”
A tremor ran through me.
“Am I… truly meant to die?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “But only once.”
The room seemed to shrink around me.
The goddess continued:
“You will fall.
You will bleed.
And your body will break.”
My breath hitched.
I pressed a hand to my chest, as if I could steady the fear spreading inside.
“But from your death, the moonfire will rise,” the goddess said.
“And the girl the world called cursed… will become the one they bow to.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
I didn’t feel powerful.
I didn’t feel chosen.
I felt terrified.
“Will it hurt?” I whispered.
The goddess stepped closer and placed her hands on both sides of my face. Her touch was warm, comforting—nothing like the cold cruelty of fate.
“Yes,” she said honestly. “But only for a moment.”
A small sob escaped my lips.
Her voice softened even more.
“And when you rise again, child… not even the Alpha who rejected you will be able to stand before you.”
My breath faltered.
“But Kael…”
Her expression changed—just slightly.
“Alpha Kael will watch your fall,” she whispered, “and he will break. The moment you die, he will understand what he truly lost.”
My heart clenched painfully.
“And when you return… his soul will kneel before yours.”
A flash of silver light cut through the room.
The goddess stepped back.
“The time has come,” she said. “You must leave this sanctuary. Your destiny waits outside these walls.”
The ground began to hum beneath me, the runes pulsing faster—reacting to a force I couldn’t see.
“Wait—” I reached out to her. “You still haven’t told me everything. You still haven’t—”
“There is no more time.”
The chamber cracked with moonlight.
The floor opened beneath my feet.
The goddess’s form dissolved into shimmering particles.
“Remember this, Roseline,” her voice echoed.
“You are not meant to survive…
You are meant to return.”
Silver light swallowed me whole.
And I fell.
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