Raven's POV
As the priestess turned, her silver hair shimmering like the moonlight, she faded into the distance, leaving me standing in the garden, swallowed by the weight of her words.
She had given me answers, but they were like keys to a door I wasn’t sure I was ready to open.
“I must go now, Raven,” she had said, her voice as soft as the wind, yet carrying the power of an entire destiny. “But I assure you, we will meet again.”
Her words echoed in my ears as I watched her walk away, her figure dissolving into the shadows.
With each step she took, I felt the distance grow between us, but something within me burned, a fire that wasn’t there before. I had a purpose now. And with that purpose came the terrifying realisation that there was no turning back.
I took a deep breath, gathe
