Bound by Fate

storm. It wasn't the weather that concerned Lina, but the uneasy silence that hung between them as they walked through the dense woods. Alec's presence beside her fel

anticipated. Her visions had shown her a future in which she was not only a passive observer but an active participant in the destruction of the king

ional rustle of branches swaying in the wind. The path before them seemed endless, winding deeper into

nally broke the silence, his voice rough

u, she said, her tone sharp. I'm doing this because I know wha

he person at the center of a prophecy that's supposed to destroy everything I've ever known? That I wanted to have my life dictated by somet

Lina's senses began to tingle with an unfamiliar pressure in the air. It was as if something ancient, something far beyond her comprehension, was wa

once more. His voice carried a note of finality, as th

had seen glimpses of this moment in her visions her and Alec walking together toward an unknown fate. She had tried to run from it, to ignore it, but it

crumbled with age. There was an unmistakable energy here, a lingering presence that hummed through the air like the last notes of a forgotten song. The stones

cold stone wall, as if testing the integrity of the place. The Oracle said we had to come here. The

ong she could almost taste it on the tip of her tongue. She had never been here before, but it felt as though she had w

eady. She wasn't sure what she expected from Alec, but it wasn't

cle said this is where our paths would cross with t

e asked, her voice tinged with a

tense. The one who knows the truth

t just the stones that were alive with energy it was the entire clearing. As if waiting for the two of

r before following him. They moved through the ruins, past shattered columns and broken statues, until they reached the center of

altar cracked open with a deafening sound, revealing a narrow passage beneath it. The air grew col

is voice low and urgent.

f inevitability that seemed to grow stronger the longer they stood there. She couldn't turn back n

r voice firm despite the

the heart of the ruin, and the silence was broken only by the sound of their footsteps echoing in the dark. Every step felt like a

e center of the chamber stood a figure a woman cloaked in silver robes, her face hidden in shadow. The

esonant, as though it echoed from somewhere deep w

steady. Who are you? he demanded

I am the one who has watched over the threads of your lives,

Purpose?she whispered, the w

rely bound by fate. You are its weavers, and the choices you mak

w. They had crossed the threshold, and there was no more running.