Fated Triad: Shadows of the Forbidden Moon

Amara's POV

A time when we might all live without anxiety. The prophecy describes unity rather than dominance. It's about severing the bonds of custom that have kept us back rather than creating fresh, even tighter ones.

Marcus's sneer wavered for a second, but his will held. Union? Do you believe the Council would ever let us come together? They worry about I could become as well as what we could become. You are incorrect, Amara. Peace is not needed on our planet; it requires a new order. And it will be me bringing it.

The chamber's energy grew more erratic; the sphere now pulsed fiercely as though it were a heart about to explode. This was the tipping point; I could feel the warning of the prophecy deep inside my bones. Either we would all be eaten by this craziness or we stopped it.

Darius, Lucian, and Kaelan looked at one another, a wordless knowledge passed between them. Though they had battled side by side their whole lives, this was different. This struggle was for the very spirit of their planet as much as for their packs.

Lucian stepped closer to Marcus, his words quiet but charged with conviction. "We will not allow you to do this, Marcus. Not one item we have worked for will be destroyed by you. Though we stand against you by choice, we are brothers by blood.

Marcus turned his face in wrath and surged at Lucian. Once more, the chamber descended into anarchy as the brothers fought in a struggle that felt like it may split the planet.

I understood I could not just watch from here. I have to act. The energy of the orb was approaching a critical threshold; its radiance nearly blinded one. I came to see that the key on the altar represented Should I be able to understand them, I could be able to either direct or stabilize the energy.

But as I extended myself, Myra's voice sliced through the chaos. "Girl, you believe you can influence the prophecy? You are beyond your reach! She waved her hand and sent a tsunami of dark energy slamming at me.

I hardly managed to raise a shield; her assault sent me whirlback. I knew I had little time as the orb pulsed dangerously.

A hand snatched mine out of nowhere and dragged me to my feet. Darius was it; his attitude sharp. "We will hold off on them. You pay particular attention to the altar. Amara, only you are able to achieve this.

His conviction in me was like a spark, waking something deep inside. I nodded, determinedly strengthening my resolve. "I won't let you down."

I looked back to the altar as Darius entered the fighting. Though the symbols were old, I could sense something deep inside me resonating with them. The meaning started to break apart in my head gradually. Though it also presented a choice -destruction or salvation-the prophecy was really a warning.

Though Myra's black magic tore at my senses, I pushed it aside and concentrated just on the current work. The light from the sphere got even more brilliant, and the energy was spinning out of control now. But I could see the road forward, a means to direct that energy, to bind it to the will of the prophecy, instead of the anarchy Marcus aimed to release.

I finished the process with a last power spike. The brightness of the sphere grew brighter until it collapsed in on itself, the energy whirling down into a single point before blasting outward in a shockwave across the chamber.

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Everything was still. Only silence remained after the black force filling the room vanished. Marcus staggered back, disbelieving eyes wide. No... this isn't feasible..."

Step forward Lucian, Kaelan, and Darius, encircling him. "It's over, Marcus," Kaelan replied gently. Your plans end here.

Marcus searched frantically but there was no way out. The prophecy had come true in the manner it was supposed to be, not as he had hoped. The decision had been taken, and the planet had decided unity above devastation. The room started to collapse all around us as the final traces of black energy vanished. Still, I was at ease even while the globe collapsed. We had survived the storm, and although the path ahead would be challenging, we would travel it together.

Lucian stretched forward and grabbed my hand. "You did it, Amara. You saved every one of us.

I grinned, even though tiredness tormented me greatly. "We performed it. Everybody here.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

The light of the new dawn emerged from the darkness as we were leaving the crumbling chamberlain, a sign of the fresh start that was just ahead. Although our trip was far from finished, the prophecy had come true. The future belonged to us to mold, and for the first time I thought we could accomplish it-together.

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As I strolled along the empty street, the sun was lowering and the shadows lengthened every minute. My heart thumped in my chest as the weight of all that had occurred sank down on me like a huge stone. Alan's secret had rocked me to my very core; now, I couldn't get rid of the sense that something more was about to happen something I wasn't ready for.

The wind came up, flitting the leaves above me in the trees. My pace quickening, I drew my jacket tighter over myself. At this hour the city seemed odd, almost as though it were waiting for something to happen by holding its breath. The customary buzz of the streets was replaced with a terrible silence.

My head spun with ideas as I tried to sort out the last few days. Alan was hiding more than just his incapacity to walk; I could see this. But why had he not told me? Apart from what else he was hiding? And how much longer might I remain in the dark until everything collapsed?

I was so engrossed in contemplation that I hardly saw the black automobile gently following me until it was nearly too late. The deep rumble of the engine shivered my spine, and I turned just in time to see the tinted windows roll down. "Ariel," a familiar voice said, low and demanding.

I stopped, my breath seizing in my throat. Marie it was. Though there was something colder, more menacing about it, my sister's voice was unmistakable. Given now, especially, she was the last person I expected to see. She called, "Get in," her eyes narrowing as she peered out the window.