Bound by Fate

t her side. She had been avoiding the truth for years, yet tonight, it seemed to press against her like a storm,

s cold yet filled with a depth that she could not comprehend. His expression was a mi

le

years. Yet she knew that his presence was drawing near, that their

r of light danced across the surface. The vision dissolved, and the ref

t. The visions that came to her were more than just glimpses of the future they were chains, pulling her toward a destiny she

ns she had seen over the years. The words had once been her only solace, a way to make sense of the overwhelming chaos in her m

ry she had made, her eyes scanning the

ng. The threads of fate are wea

ong before she had ever seen his face. The visions had come in flashes over the years, brief but undeniable, each o

oat, and she quickly closed the journal, hiding it under the tablecloth. Her

d out, her voice ste

red a voice she had longed to

tomach. She rose from her seat, her eyes darting to the window where the pale moonlight filtered th

ette standing in the doorway. The figure was cloaked in a

g to keep the tremor from her v

tall frame imposing and filled with silent tension. It had been years since they had seen each other, and yet, in this moment, Lina felt as thoug

voice low and grim. This is no ordinary mission, Lin

trust especially not with a man like Alec. Her visions had shown her the truth of his role in her fate, but t

ly, stepping back from the door. I don't want

don't get to choose this, Lina. The threads of destiny are

mfortable weight one that she had carried for so long. Her visions had been clear on this: the

voice cutting through the te

gaze was almost too much to bear, yet she couldn't look away. Because you

limpses of their future glimpses of a world teetering on the edge of destruction, a future where Alec's death

hispered, her voice barely audi

why we need to work together. "You've seen it. I'm the

oment when their paths would diverge, and the world would either rise or fall. She couldn't deny it any long

t resolute. "But if we're going t

, as if he had been expecting her resista

he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of finality settle over her. This was no longer a qu

d either save the w