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But because I see the game, and I will win. He gaped, unprepared for the shift. I could almost see the realization crawling through his mind: the quiet, obedient girl he thought he controlled was gone. Replaced by something… darker. Calculated. Unstoppable. “I am Celeste,” I whispered, letting the words slide between us like a blade. “Born in shadow. Shaped by cruelty. Marked by prophecy. And the girl before me… she will not survive the truth of what I have discovered.” I leaned back, calm, almost regal. The storm in me simmered just beneath the surface — hatred, cunning, the joy of ruin. Every instinct, every prophecy whispered in my veins, said destroy. And I would.

Eric grabbed me and pulled me close as the ground broke open, exposing a gulf of whirling fire and shadow. "Kyara!" he said, his voice breaking through the commotion. But before I could answer, the figure burst out laughing, harsh and victorious. "You've only delayed the inevitable," it replied, its shape floating over the chasm. "The prophecy never addressed salvation. It was about devastation. "And now it begins." The earth collapsed beneath us, and the last thing I saw was Eric's hand reaching for mine as the abyss took us whole.

He cleared his throat loudly to silence the whimpers in the room and return the room to the pin drop silence that could only be caused by his voice "AS your alpha, i hereby banish you to lay your head to rest on the ground every night on the floor of the goddess's waters". The silence that followed was deafening. The only sound to be heard was the sound of a Slave woman falling presumably to her death. ................................................................................................................

The electricity searing through her, followed by the wild, heated burning sensation. “Why are you telling me this?” Jessica asked, her voice trembling as she spoke. “We are all connected, you and I,” Elias paused, “And the others. We are all involved in this; the prophecy has made it so.” Jessica felt her stomach knot and twist at his words, “Others? You mean….”

As I try to avoid offending anyone with inadequate pleasantries, my mind is running at full throttle. There’s a prophecy, one made by Chalcea only last December. Both Chryseus and Canus seem to believe in this prophecy, and they must also think that Scintilla is the subject of this prophecy. The eldest child of princely get… Did Scintilla know in her past life? Is that why she did what she did? In gold through silver—if Canus is silver, then Scintilla was surely gold. Did she interpret the word ‘through’ to mean that she needed to commit Desecration on him?

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo

Odette said after the long warm hug. “Uncle Steven is busy with his job. You know, Lastra is a busy place! Work here, work there, and work everywhere but it doesn’t matter as long as I earn gold.” The man said in a low, almost cracking voice. He took something from his pocket and pulled out a small pouch. “Gold!” Odette excitedly took the pouch from his Uncle’s big hand and opened it. “Come on Celine! I’ll show you.” I went beside her and peeked at what was in the pouch. To be honest, it was my very first time to see real gold! Celestia really has it all.

she beamed and ruffled both their hairs before ushering them out from her room. The smile on her face instantly dropped as soon as they were out the door while her gaze went to her left hand where the little finger remained missing. “He’s coming girls with the help from both of you, your fates are cursed, only doom lurks over your heads and I’m sorry for being the cause of it” BLOOD PROPHECY!

Instead of answering, Ivan picked up a pen from my desk and sniffed it. Sniffed it. He scrunched his nose. “You actually smell like math homework,” he muttered, tossing it back down. I stared at him, completely done. “Are you finished? Or is there more weird behavior you plan on checking off tonight?” His smirk faded. “You’re taking too long,” he said. That caught me off guard. “Too long for what?” “To figure it out. To make a decision.” He leaned back against my bedpost, calm as ever. “The prophecy isn’t going to wait until you’re ready.”

Everytime anyone looked at me, I instantly assumed that they knew what I did. “Well," Professor Holden sighs, bringing my attention back to his. " I have no idea how you are going to receive this news. If it'll be good or bad news to you. Vivian Kingstale isn't dead." “What?" “Yes. In fact she's One of the two warlocks we're currently hunting down, across Lunaris."