A girls prophecy

Prologue/Author's note

Hello, I'm Lakendria! This isn't my first time writing stories, but this is my first time publicly publishing one. Writing is a passion and a hobby of mine. I like to write because I daydream a lot, and it's fun to put the little worlds i make on paper. I'm not sure if anyone other than myself or my friends will read this, but if you do, i hope you enjoy the story, truly. Now, i will be explaining the prologue before you read it. The prologue is the first three chapters i wrote(when i was like 12), so when you actually start reading the story it'll say chapter one, but in reality, it'll be chapter four! The reason I did this was because i went back and read all the chapters myself, and the first three had a really inconsistent writing style. So, this will be all first three chapters redone! And, all in all, i just really didn't like it! So, I'll be summarizing it down below! Happy readings!

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Kira's dreams were always strange, but this one was different—surreal. She found herself standing in a grand, gilded room, the air thick with power. The walls glowed with soft light, reflected off intricate golden designs that seemed to pulse with ancient magic. She could see the room, but not through her own eyes. It was as if she were tethered to someone else's body. Every inch of the space radiated majesty and mystery, with towering windows telling stories of a world she didn't know but felt connected to.

A large painting on the wall drew her in. A girl with ash-colored hair cradled the earth in her hands, as if she held the balance of the world itself. The closer Kira moved to the image, the stronger the pull became. Her hand reached out, fingers grazing the glass—

"Elysia, what are you doing? You know the prophecy has started. You should be hiding."

A voice, firm yet tender, echoed from behind her. Kira tried to turn, to see who was speaking, but their face was blurred, the details just beyond reach. Her heart pounded, but she couldn't speak. Her throat seemed blocked, her voice silenced.

The moment she touched the painting, everything shattered. The room, the voice, the prophecy—they all vanished as she awoke with a start.

"Kira! You seriously slept through all three alarms?" Andrea's voice jolted Kira fully awake, the remnants of the dream slipping away like sand through her fingers. Her older sister tossed a shirt at her face, laughing as she hustled Kira out of bed. "Come on, you're getting slower by the day."

Kira groaned, still half in the haze of the dream. "I had this weird dream. I felt taller... like it was real. Ever have one of those?"

"Yeah, I have dreams where I wake up and don't have to drag you out of bed." Andrea teased, ruffling Kira's ash-colored hair as she ushered her toward the bathroom.

Kira chuckled, brushing her teeth, but the dream lingered. It had felt so vivid, so urgent—especially that voice. She couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a trick of her sleeping mind.

At Eldoria Academy, everything seemed normal. Kira's friends, Nya, Lilly, and Gigi, were gathered near the courtyard, talking about the party Gigi was set to perform at later that night. The academy itself, with its gothic architecture and sprawling gardens, was a comforting contrast to the chaos of her dream. The world here was predictable—until it wasn't.

Andrea had dropped her off with her usual teasing warnings about being responsible and staying out of trouble. But Kira couldn't shake her protective instincts. Her sister had been dating some guy recently, a secretive one who Kira found hard to trust.