Chapter 33

Ava stood before the audience, her heart beating rapidly. The weight of what she knew almost choked her. The night air was full of anticipation, the full moon shining on the faces of her friends, everyone waiting, thinking about the answer. Their eyes were a mixture of hope, fear, and curiosity. The house, usually a place of unity and strength, now felt like a cage. The old prophecies that had guided them for generations were lies. And what was she supposed to tell them? The truth was a dagger that could sever the fragile bonds holding them together.

“The prophecies,” she said in a trembling voice, “the prophecies we all believed in, the fights… it’s a lie.”

Those words hung in the air. Thunder cracked, and the reaction was immediate. Murmurs of fear spread through the crowd like wildfire. Calm faces now showed confusion and disbelief. Whispers of doubt and fear rippled through the hall, and the tension was palpable. Eyes filled with uncertainty, sharp as fangs, pierced her.

“What do