Beyond Fate
“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.”
Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead.
“I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.”
Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”
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