The bride from the ashes (Catnap X Reader)

In ancient scrolls, forgotten by time, it was written " " Once in twenty years, on the night when the moon covers the sky with its silver veil, the daughters of the goddess of the Apocalypse are born. They are the bearers of gifts, abilities that help ordinary people survive."
I, Elisandra, was on the threshold of my fateful day. My legs were shaking and my heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure even the mutant bears on the other side of the world could hear it. The surviving Lord pretenders looked at me with admiration and some hope. After all, they knew that my gift was something special.
So, what gift will I get? I'll know when I get married, the shamans say. So, dear lords, prepare for the great event! Maybe I'll get the ability to control radioactive bears or turn wastelands into blooming gardens. Or maybe my gift is the ability to make the perfect cupcake in the face of the apocalypse. Who knows?