Rejected Luna: Rise of an Omega Queen의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

My fingers closed around the handle.It was cold.Too cold for a door inside a house.Behind me, the first Amara stood silently, watching.“You remember now,” she whispered.I stared at the wood.“Yes.”The memory had become clearer.I knew what was behind the door.I knew why my mother had begged me never to open it.And I knew why my grandfather had erased the memory.There had been three children that night.Ethan.Lena.And me.But there had also been something else.Something they had hidden inside the room.I turned the handle.The door opened.The room was exactly as I remembered it.Except now I could see everything.The walls were covered with symbols.A small table stood in the center.On it was a wooden box.My childhood self walked toward it.The first Amara followed.“That's where it began.”I looked at the box.“What is inside?”“You already know.”I reached for it.The moment my fingers touched the lid, the memory changed.I was no longer six.I was a newborn.My mother

The three lights rose higher.Ethan's was pale silver.Lena's burned gold.Mine was black.They moved toward one another as though pulled by an invisible force, slowly closing the distance between us while the sanctuary trembled beneath our feet.“Stop them!” Victor shouted.Marcus grabbed Ethan, but the moment his hand touched him, a violent pulse threw him across the room.Lena tried to pull away.She couldn't.“Amara!” she cried. “I can't control it!”Neither could I.The black Mark on my hand was burning now, not with heat, but with memories.Thousands of them.Faces I had never seen.Places I had never visited.Lives that had existed long before mine.Then, beneath all those memories, I heard something else.A heartbeat.Slow.Massive.Coming from beneath the sanctuary.Thump.The walls shook.Thump.Dust fell from the ceiling.Thump.The ancient voice returned.“Come home.”My knees nearly gave out.The first Amara caught me.“Don't listen to it.”“What is it?”She looked toward

The sanctuary had gone completely still.No falling stones.No trembling walls.No ancient voice calling my name.Even the darkness beneath the floor had disappeared.Yet I could feel it.Inside me.Not as a voice anymore, but as a presence so familiar that it frightened me more than the creature beneath the sanctuary ever had.I knew it.I remembered it.And somehow, I remembered being it.My mother stared at me as though she was looking at a stranger.“What happened to you?”I looked down at my hand.The black Mark had stopped spreading.Instead, it had formed a perfect circle around my wrist.“I remembered.”Her face crumpled.“How much?”“Everything.”She stepped backward.My grandfather did the same.Marcus looked between them.“What did she remember?”I lifted my eyes.“The beginning.”Nobody spoke.I could see the fear in my mother's face now.Not fear of what might happen to me.Fear of what I might tell them.“I remember before the Mark.”My grandfather's expression changed.

The moment my fingers touched his hand, the world disappeared.There was no sanctuary.No floor beneath my feet.No sound.No darkness.Only memories.They came all at once.A thousand lives.A thousand endings.A thousand beginnings.I saw a woman running through a burning village while clutching a child who wasn't hers. I saw a young man standing beneath the Blood Moon, promising to protect a secret he didn't understand. I saw an old woman hiding a black stone beneath the floor of her home. I saw children growing up knowing they were different without ever understanding why.Then the memories became faster.Families.Wars.Betrayals.Love.Loss.Every person who had ever carried a piece of the First Memory left something behind.And I felt all of it.Their happiness became mine.Their grief became mine.Their fear became mine.Their last thoughts became mine.I screamed.But there was no sound.I couldn't tell where one memory ended and another began.Then I saw the first bearer.Sh

“Come back to me, son.”The voice echoed through the sanctuary.My father's face changed.For the first time since I had seen him, he looked terrified.Not afraid of the darkness.Afraid of the voice.“Don't listen to it,” he whispered.The black hand tightened around the edge of the broken floor.Then a second hand appeared.Something was pulling itself upward.My mother grabbed my arm.“Amara, we have to leave.”But I couldn't look away from my father.“Who is it calling you?”He didn't answer.“Father?”His eyes remained fixed on the darkness.“It isn't calling me.”The voice came again.“You know what you did.”My father stepped backward.“I didn't do it.”A low laugh echoed beneath us.“You opened the door.”My grandfather suddenly shouted.“Everyone out!”Marcus grabbed Ethan.Lena pulled my mother toward the passage.But my father didn't move.He was staring into the darkness as though he was seeing something none of us could.I stepped toward him.“What did you do?”He looked