POV: Mira
Awakening
I awaken in Cassian’s arms. His voice is a whisper against my ear. “Don’t move,” he says. “You’ve changed.”
My body feels strange. There’s a humming beneath my skin, a warmth that wasn’t there before. I glance down at my hands… lines shining dimly, like liquid gold running through them. Cassian helps me sit up, and I catch my image in a shard of broken glass.
My eyes… no longer silver. Now red, burning with an inner fire.
Cassian’s gaze is fierce. “You’re part of the prophecy,” he whispers. “You’re the one who ends the war.”
I should feel powerful, destined. But deep inside, something darker stirs, breathing beneath my skin.
The Prophecy
We sit by the remains of the town, the air thick with smoke and sadness. Cassian describes the old texts-the proph
