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Chapter 28: RUTHLESS INTENTIONS MY ENEMY’S ENEMY
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Lycia stiffened. “A prophecy? I think you have me mistaken. You see, I am only but a prisoner here. I don’t think I’m the one.”Maya’s gaze darkened, the weight of centuries pressing into her voice. She reached out, gripping Lycia’s shoulders with a quiet urgency that sent a shiver down her spine. “Listen to me, child,” she whispered, her tone raw with unshaken certainty. “You are more than you know; more than what they have told you, more than the blood that runs through your veins. You are destiny woven into flesh, a force the world has tried to silence, but it cannot. It will not.”Her fingers tightened, her eyes burning with an intensity that sent Lycia’s heart pounding. “You were never meant to be ordinary. You were never meant to bow. They will come for you, they will try to break you, but you….” Maya’s voice trembled with a fierce tenderness. “You will rise, child. You will burn brighter than the night they have tried to drown you in.”Lycia swallowed hard, her breath unsteady.
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A few weeks had gone by, yet the memory of what she had experienced with Maya still lingered in Lycia’s mind. It wasn’t just a warning; it was a certainty, and she was sure of it. Something was coming, something far greater than she could comprehend. And if she wasn’t ready, if she couldn’t control the storm brewing inside her, the consequences would be disastrous.But she couldn’t share it. Not with anyone, as of that moment she couldn’t trust anyone.The weight of it pressed down on her, a secret she had to bear alone. No one would understand, not truly. And even if they did, what could they do? This was her fight, her burden as Maya had said.She found herself walking through the vast estate, wandering into the forest. It was much more silent, all she could hear was the rustling of leaves beneath her boots. The moon’s light filtered through the flora canopy, casting silver streaks across the clearing where she trained alone. Every night, she came here, pushing herself, trying to co
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