The prophecy’s reject
I caught her before she collapsed.
“Breathe,” I said. “Focus on me.”
Her fingers curled into my shirt. The light dimmed, slowly, reluctantly.
Raven turned back, eyes narrowed. “You’re glowing again.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I muttered. “Helpful observation.”
But the humor didn’t last. The forest felt wrong,too still, like the world was listening.
We reached the ridge by sunset. The horizon burned copper, the wind carrying the scent of smoke.
“Camp,” Raven ordered.
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