---Kayla – First Person POVI had never thought naming a child would feel this heavy. When I held my baby in my arms, swaddled and soft, the weight of the world seemed to press harder against my chest. Her eyes—those golden flecks hidden deep in the gray—felt like secrets staring back at me. She was more than a baby. I knew it. Everyone in the room knew it.But to me… she was just mine. My little girl.Adrian had been pacing the entire morning, more nervous than me, if that was even possible. His hands rubbed together, his jaw clenched, his gaze darting to me every five seconds as though he expected me to break.“Kayla,” he said carefully, his voice hushed but serious, “the council will demand her name be registered. We have to decide today.”“I know,” I whispered, brushing my thumb against my baby’s tiny cheek. She made a soft noise, a sigh more than a cry, and I melted. “But I don’t want them to define her by their prophecy. I don’t want them to take her away from me.”Adrian crouc
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