Fated to Forsake
I was standing in a field of white fire again, the same place I’d seen before.
But this time, it wasn’t empty.
The Moon Goddess stood before me, her silver hair falling like water, her eyes calm. Beside her stood the figure of flame — taller, darker, with eyes that burned like the sun.
I couldn’t breathe. “Who are you?”
The flame spoke first. “You already know.”
“No,” I said. “I don’t.”
“You carry my blood,” he said. “The fire that can end everything.”
The goddess looked at me gently. “And mine,” she said. “The light that can save it.”
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