Chapter 55

Cirilla's Point of View

The magic around me caught my attention, and a blurry light covered my vision. As soon as the light died, silence filled the air. I was still in the temple, but there was no Kali, and I was staring at what seemed like a thousand years ago.

There were several women around, all dressed in strange clothes and chanting in a language I couldn't understand. A woman with a small, strange mark on her wrist was performing some kind of spell on the woman in labor. But the magic that bled in the air was powerful. As I moved around, they couldn't see me. It was an ancient memory of how it all started.

The cries of babies startled me as they filled the cave. Twins. A baby boy and a girl. And then the surroundings changed. I didn't know where I found myself, but I was in the middle of a meadow where several dead bodies of children lay on the ground with the pyramid symbol etched on their foreheads in blood. Like in my dreams.

Before I could move a muscle, my surroundings cha