ELDER'S BLOOD
Hope that one day, they would step into the roles that destiny had prepared for them.
Three years earlier, after their birth, a witch had appeared in our territory. Her arrival was sudden, almost ethereal, and it had taken every ounce of my strength not to react with suspicion. She called herself Alexa. Her presence under the full moon felt alive, charged with a power that was impossible to ignore. I remember the night as if it were yesterday—the way the wind stilled, the way the forest seemed to hold its breath. She knelt before my newborns and spoke with a voice that was both gentle and commanding.
“These twins,” she had said, her eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight, “carry a destiny lar
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