Everyone remained in silent awe—still wrapped in the wonder of Havenwood and the sacred presence of the Seer.
She stood in perfect stillness, her robes shimmering faintly like woven light. Then, slowly, her gaze moved from one person to the next. As her eyes met each of theirs, she called them softly by name—each name spoken like a gentle bell in the silence.
When it came time to say the last name, she paused.
Her eyes fell upon Anastasia.
And then, to everyone’s astonishment, she began to walk toward her—each step measured, regal, and full of grace.
As she drew near, her voice echoed gently through the garden-like air:
“We have all gathered here today to unravel the mystery of the Prophecy…
The prophecy of the Twice-Cursed Child…
The All-Powerful Hybrid…
The Chosen One—”
She sto
