The Curse Between Two Worlds
“Wait… what did you just say?”
His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.”
Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure.
“That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”
Bab Populer