<b>Chapter </b><b>55 </b>
And she was out there…alone. Bathed in moonlight, full of potions and fate, trusting that we’d keep our distance while the magic did its work. Trusting us not to fuck it up.
“She’s glowing,” Taya whispered suddenly, pointing.
We all froze. A soft shimmer of silver started pulsing from Elowen’s body, faint at first, then growing. My heart stopped. Ash sucked in a breath. “It’s starting. The spell’s unraveling.”
Daxon swore under his breath and shot to his feet. “I hate this. I fucking hate this.”
“I know,” I said, my voice low. “But she’s doing what she has tae do. For all of <b>us</b><b>.</b>”
“She’s a damn baby,” he snapped. “She shouldn’t have to.”
“Aye, but she does. And she’s the strongest one here fer doing it anyway.” <fn273f> Updates are released by fινdnοvel</fn273f>
Silence fell again, heavy and loud. The air crackled with power. The moon was high, casting the whole clearing in silver fire, and every instinct in me screamed to go to her. But I didn’t move. None of us did.
We sat. We waited. We suffered. Because that woman out there? She was the beginning of the end.
And we’d burn the whole fucking world down before we let her fall.
<b>Elowen </b><b>POV </b>
The moon was too fucking bright.
Everything around me was glowing, trees, rocks, my damn fingernails. I was high. Not weed high. Not mushroom high. Not even spiritual “talking to a fae deer while astral projecting” high,
No, this was cosmic, holy fuck she touched the goddess high, My veins buzzed like lightning. My skin pulsed with waves of heat and chills. I couldn’t sit still, but moving felt like wading through honey and starlight. I wasid out on the nket<b>, </b>eyes wide<b>, </b>clutching the empty potion vial like it might bite me if I let go. I had snacks. Afy chair. A hoodie. I had a n.
And now I was glowing like a bioluminescent jellyfish with a vendetta. “Lyssira,” I groaned aloud, “this shit is
WILD.”
Her voice echoed inside me, louder than usual, sharper, like she’d been juiced up too.
“You think? You just drank ancient moon witch juice brewed in an enchanted forest by a woman named Morrigan. This isn’t a fucking spa treatment.”
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I rolled my <b>eyes </b>and tried to sit up, but my bones were not currently taking requests. “I feel like my soul’s unraveling. Like… little pieces <b>of </b>me are being peeled back.”
“That’s because they are, dipshit.”
“Not helping.”
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“I’m not here to help. I’m here to witness the rebirth of the Moon Vessel and make sarcasticmentary while we shedyers like an emotional onion.”
I snorted. Then I cried. Then Iughed. Then I hupped and immediately barfed silver mist into the grass beside me. It smelled like vani and ozone.
“Oh, what the actual fuck.”
I wiped my mouth and looked up at the moon. She was huge…massive, hanging in the sky like a pearl filled with secrets. I swore I saw something move inside it. Eyes. A silhouette. A flicker of wings.
“I’m fine,” I whispered to no one, rocking slightly.
“You’re lying.” Lysirra chimed in.
“Yeah. I know.”
Everything in me felt cracked open. My heart. My memories. The thing binding my magic…it wasn’t just dissolving. It was screaming. Burning. I saw shes. Not full memories. Not yet. But hints.
A man with silver eyes whispering my name. A woman weeping as she handed me to a cloaked figure. Blood on stone. A wolf and a fae, their hands touching for thest time. I screamed without sound.
The magic roared in my ears, and I curled forward, arms wrapped around my knees, heart pounding. But I didn’t run.
I didn’t call out. I stayed. Because this was mine. My story. My magic. My fate.
The prophecy didn’t say “if she’s ready.” It said “if she survives.”
So fuck it,
I would.