Everlina – Edited Version
I had been searching for a way out of Warrodah for days and still found nothing. This world was pure magic—every path looping endlessly unless you found a portal. Rodger knew I was still here, but I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t come for me yet.
My food was running low. My body ached, and exhaustion clawed at me, but I forced myself to keep moving. I had to find a sign—anything—that could lead me out.
I hadn’t dreamt of Aaron in days. The bond between us felt faint, like a dying flame. I missed him terribly and prayed that fate would reunite us soon.
At night, Warrodah was terrifying. The forests whispered and the stars shimmered with magic. I could feel eyes on me—something, or someone, watching.
That night, the moon burned red in the sky—the Witching Moon. Witches all over the realm would be drawing from its power. I felt my own magic being tugged by the pull of it, draining slightly. Following the strange current of energy, I headed east.
I stopped behind a tree when I heard voices.
> “We’re late—they’ll punish us for this.”
“Relax. Let me think.”
“Wait... something’s glowing behind the tree.”
Panic rose in me—I was glowing, magic swirling uncontrollably around me.
“Who’s there?” one of them shouted.
I froze, ready to run, but when they stepped closer, I realized they were only teenagers—a red-haired girl and a dark-haired boy.
“Who are you? And why are you here?” the boy asked sharply.
The girl’s eyes widened. “Cibrian, look... she’s the Chosen One.”
Chosen one? I didn’t want to know what that meant. I turned and began to walk away, but the girl grabbed my hand. The instant our skin touched, magic surged between us—violent and bright. Her eyes rolled white, her body convulsing.
“Cynthia!” the boy shouted, reaching for her.
“Don’t touch her!” I warned, holding him back. “You’ll get pulled in too!”
He hesitated, trembling, torn between fear and love for his sister. Finally, the girl released my hand. We both collapsed to the ground, gasping.
“I saw…” she whispered, her voice shaky.
An oracle. She was a child oracle.
“What did you see?” I asked, cautious. I didn’t trust them—not yet. Rodger could easily be using them.
“You’re running from a dangerous man,” she said softly, “but you shouldn’t run. You’re more powerful than he is.”
Her words almost made me laugh. “You must be mistaken. I can’t go back. Maybe your vision’s wrong. You’re too young to understand them fully.”
She looked hurt, her brother squeezing her hand protectively.
“If he finds the book before you do,” she said, “he’ll become something else—more powerful than anything in existence. The demon god Daruba will be reborn in him.”
My heart stopped. “That’s impossible. Daruba was killed centuries ago—he can’t be reborn.”
“You’re the one meant to stop it,” she insisted. “From the moment you were in your mother’s womb, this fate was yours. If you run now, you’ll doom all seven realms.”
Her words hit me like a blow. I sank to the ground, guilt and fear washing over me. “Why me?” I whispered.
“Because your blood is royal,” she said. “And you carry the spirit of a true Luna.”
Cibrian stood, pulling his sister up. “Let’s go, Cynthia. It’s her choice. If she chooses wrong, she’ll live with the guilt of killing thousands.”
They turned away, but Cynthia looked back at me with eyes full of sorrow. It hurt more than I expected.
“Wait!” I called after them. “How do I find Kalinda’s Book of Magic?”
They stopped. Cynthia turned, a faint smile on her lips. “My mother knows where it is. You’ll have to meet our family first.”
I nodded slowly. “Then lead the way.”
She smiled brighter. “We’re twins. I’m Cynthia, and this is my brother, Cibrian.”
I had already guessed—they shared the same sharp green eyes and flame-red hair.
Then she said something that made my heart race.
“The Alpha King is close,” she whispered.
My chest tightened. “What do you mean? How do you know that?”
“He travels with another oracle,” she replied. “She’s family.”
My breath caught. Agatha.
If that was who she meant, then I couldn’t trust them completely. Agatha had betrayed us once. She was cunning, manipulative—too clever for an old hag. In fact, I had long suspected the “aged” form she wore was nothing more than illusion. She’d studied every member of our pack, learned our weaknesses, and played us like pieces on a board.
If my instincts were right, no one truly knew her real face… or what she was truly capable of.
And that thought chilled me to the bone.
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