Rosie's Bloom
She arches off the ground, hair fanned out, eyes glowing white-hot.
Her aura swells
bigger
louder
heavier
like it’s trying to fill a shape she was always meant to have.
“Aria ”
Ares grabs my hand, grounding me before I can run to her. “If you go near her now, it’ll pull you in too.”
“She’s alone.”
“She’s fusing,” he says, shaking. “She can’t be distracted. If you touch her, you’ll merge with the fragment too, and you’re not ready.”
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