LOGINShare
CHAPTER 41: The Other Side of the Mirror
Last Updated:
2024-12-09 00:38:21Related chapters
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 42: Shadows in the Shimmering Light
Kyara’s POVThe earth under us rocked a deep, guttural vibration that appeared to emanate from the core of the forest. I wrapped my arms around Eric, my pulse beating as I looked over my shoulder. The shimmering trees, which had earlier seemed ethereal, now seemed sinister, their luminous leaves creating shattered shadows that danced with unsettling purpose."Kyara," Eric rasped, withdrawing slightly. His face was pallid and stained with mud and perspiration, but his eyes, still stormy gray, fastened on mine with unyielding focus. "We need to move. Now.""What's happening?" I inquired as I helped him to his feet. My hands lingered on his arms, sensing the tremors in his muscles. He was still weak and recuperating from whatever the binding trap had done to him."I don't know," he said, his voice barely heard over the rumbling earth. "But it's not friendly."Before I could respond, a massive crack broke the quiet. One of the huge trees in front of us snapped and crashed, bringing its ma
Last Updated : 2024-12-09The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 43: The Keeper of Secrets
Kyara's POVThe instant the gates slammed shut behind us, I felt the air change. It wasn't just chilly; it was thick and oppressive as if an unseen force was pressing down on my chest, daring me to make a single incorrect step.Eric's palm brushed against mine, anchoring me as nothing else could. I turned to face him, seeing the tiny arch of his brow as he examined the castle's pitch-black interior."Why do I feel like we've walked straight into someone's twisted idea of fun?" His voice was low and almost lighthearted, yet it had an edge that made my stomach churn."Probably because we have," I said, attempting to mimic his tone. My hand immediately reached for the necklace around my neck, its mild warmth pleasant but unable to quell the gnawing discomfort developing inside me.The room—or hall, or whatever it was—seemed to stretch indefinitely, cloaked in a blackness so dense that it felt alive. Every step we made caused an eerie echo as if the castle itself was listening."You know,
Last Updated : 2024-12-09The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 44: Beneath the Shattered Veil
Kyara’s POVThe sense of falling was more than simply bodily; it was an all-encompassing vacuum, a seemingly infinite tug on my spirit. My gut tightened as I flailed in the darkness, eagerly seeking something—anything—to anchor me. And then it came to an abrupt halt.The collision was not forceful, yet it jolted me and left my senses confused. My breathing came in quick, shallow bursts as I pushed myself to open my eyes. The world around me had changed again, but I wasn't sure what."Kyara!" Eric's voice cut through the blur, piercing and urgent.I turned my head to see him barely a few feet away, slumped on the rough ground. Relief poured over me as I watched him push himself up, wiping dirt and debris off his arms. "You good?""Define 'good,'" I said, attempting to control my breathing.He grinned despite the anxiety emanating from him, and it was such a striking contrast to our predicament that I almost laughed. "Still cracking jokes?""Someone's gotta lighten the mood," he said, e
Last Updated : 2024-12-09The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 45: Into the Abyss
Kyara's POVThe wind blasted around us as we dropped, assaulting my hearing. I couldn't see or think—only the tremendous sensation of falling and the faint sound of her laughing disappearing into the emptiness. My gut churned painfully, and my fingers grabbed at the empty air, searching for something to cling to."Kyara!"Eric's words cut through the commotion and brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes to find him plummeting just below me, his arms out as if he could grab me in midair. His expression was a mix of resolve and terror, and it was enough to calm me down for a while."I'm right here!" I shouted, barely heard over the noise of the wind.His hand reached for mine, and I surged, my fingertips brushing his before I released my grasp. The space between us widened, and my heart sank.Then the plummeting stopped.It wasn't gradual or delicate; it was like striking an unseen wall. The air itself appeared to grasp us, suspending us in the gap. I gasped, my air leaving me as I
Last Updated : 2024-12-09The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 46: The Weight of Choices
Kyara's POVThe sensation of falling was intense, with air rushing past me so swiftly that I couldn't catch my breath. My thoughts raced, with pieces of the man's speech still resonating in my ears: "Kyara, choose wisely." Everything relies on it."What are the options? What price? I wasn't sure what I was meant to decide."Kyara!" Eric's voice sounded distant, barely audible over the scream of wind and pandemonium, yet it was enough to ground me, if only somewhat. I stared into the flowing darkness, anxious to spot him. I could sense him close, yet every time I stretched out, my hands just hit the air.The descent ceased as soon as it had begun.I landed with such power that I lost my breath, the impact resonating throughout my whole body. The ground under me was cold and hard, but at least substantial. Groaning, I forced myself to my hands and knees, my head spinning as I attempted to take in my surroundings."Kyara!" Eric's voice sounded crisper and closer. I turned just in time to
Last Updated : 2024-12-09The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 47: The Flame Keeper's Bargain
Kyara's POVThe figure slowly rose from the earth's rift, the flames licking its shape but not consuming it. The brightness was dazzling, so I had to hide my eyes until the blaze lessened slightly, exposing a figure who appeared both human and unearthly. Its body flashed as if composed of molten fire, and its eyes shone like twin suns, pinning me in place.My instincts warned me to go, but I couldn't take my look away. My pulse pounded in my chest, but my feet stayed firmly rooted, and when it spoke, its voice was like a crackling fire, deep and resonant, echoing through my bones."You have summoned me, bearer of the flame," it said softly, focusing on me."I didn't summon anyone," I said, my voice shaken but adamant. My palm clenched around the pendant, its warmth providing a lifeline in the face of this creature's intimidating presence. "Who—what—are you?"The being tilted its head, causing flames to flicker. "I am the Keeper of the Eternal Flame, the overseer of decisions and outco
Last Updated : 2024-12-09The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 48: Truth Tangled in Flame
Kyara's POVThe hush following the Keeper's instruction was total. The nothingness surrounding me seemed oppressive as if the whole fabric of this bizarre planet was holding its breath while waiting for my choice. My pulse raced, each beat louder than the previous, yet my thinking was jumbled—Eric's voice rang in my head, mingled with the Keeper's foreboding words."To save him, you must remove yourself from the blaze. To rescue yourself, you must let him go."The words pierced me like shards of glass. What sort of option was that? Regardless, someone would lose. In either case, something significant would break.Eric's form flashed in the darkness, his green eyes angry as he yelled something I couldn't understand. My mirror on the other side remained still, grasping the bright pendant, its stare as fixed as the Keeper's fire eyes had been seconds before.The pendant pulsed in my chest, like a whisper borne by a breeze, and its heat increased. A recollection rushed forward, one I hadn
Last Updated : 2024-12-09The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 49: The Edge of Reckoning
Kyara’s POVThe air between us crackled with unsaid tension as Eric's palm lingered on mine, the weight of the moment pushing harder than the quiet around us. His fingertips stroked my knuckles, methodical but careful, as if he was looking for permission or perhaps anchoring himself in the maelstrom we had found ourselves in. I couldn't tell, but his warm touch kept me present."Do you trust me?" He spoke quietly but forcefully as if he already knew the answer but needed to hear it from me.It wasn't an easy question, especially after everything we'd gone through. Trust was more than a word; it was a lifeline, and in this bizarre, twisting maze of shadows and secrets, it may be the only thing keeping us alive."I want to," I said softly. My chest constricted as I averted his look, well aware of the weight of my words. I was unsure if I was protecting him, myself, or both.Eric came in closer, his voice softer now, like a velvet thread threading its way through my shredded thoughts. "W
Last Updated : 2024-12-09
Latest chapter
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 130: The Flame’s Embrace
Kyara's POVThe figure before us was unlike anything I’d ever encountered. Its very presence bent the world around it, a force so overwhelming that the air became a searing weight against my skin. Heat rolled off it in waves, distorting the ground, and warping reality itself. My breath caught in my throat as its eyes—molten, swirling embers—locked onto mine."You survived the shadow," it said, its voice a low, vibrating growl that seemed to resonate within my chest. "But the shadow was merely the first test. I am the fire that will burn away your weakness. Let us see if you can endure."Victor quickly stood in front of me again, blade at the ready, his shoulders set as if he could shelter me from this beast. “Kyara, we don’t have to fight this alone. Let me —"“No,” I answered firmly, shutting him off. My voice astonished even me, clear and firm despite the pandemonium surrounding us. I stepped beside him, not behind. “This fight is mine. I need to confront it.”Victor’s hand brushed
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 129: The Shattered Veil
Kyara's POVThe creature loomed before us, an amalgamation of darkness and flame, its shape altering like smoke caught in a whirlwind, while the murmurs it emitted crept into my ears, winding around my thoughts like poisoned vines. It wasn't simply speaking; it was searching for flaws and fissures in my resolve.Victor stepped in front of me instinctively, his blade drawn and his stance rigid. “Stay behind me,” he said, his voice low and steady.“No,” I replied, brushing past him, my gaze locked on the creature. “This is my fight.”The monster cocked its head in a strange expression of interest. "How brave you are," it snarled, its voice like a thousand shards of glass grinding together. "But bravery does not save those who are already broken."The words sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't show my terror. "I've faced worse than you," I said, my voice firm despite the ache in my chest.The thing chuckled, a hollow, echoing sound that seemed to originate from somewhere and nowhere.
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 128: The Soul's Reckoning
Kyara's POVThe void extended indefinitely, absorbing all sounds but the faint echo of my breath. It was a stillness that did not provide me serenity but rather pushed the boundaries of my sanity. My other self—this twisted reflection of myself—stood still, her eyes molten gold, her presence a torrent of strength and terror."You're trembling," she murmured, cutting through the silence like a razor. "Are you afraid, Kyara?""No," I lied, my hands trembling at my sides."Liar." Her smirk broadened, but there was no enjoyment in it. "You should be." This location... This is not for the faint of heart. "It does not reward hesitation."I straightened my shoulders, disregarding the pain in my chest and the weight of her stare. "I've fought my way through worse."Her laughter was low and unpleasant. "No, you have not. Not yet. "But you will."The nothingness rippled, a wave extending outward as if her words possessed a force I could not perceive. It was then that I discovered the truth abou
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 127: Echoes in the Flame
Kyara's POVThe air felt thick, pushing on my skin like a warning that even victory may taste like ash. Eric’s last word—remember—hung in the quiet, a whisper that refused to vanish. I knelt where he had disappeared, my hands hovering over the faint mark of his presence. The warmth of his dying light remained, but the questions it left behind were colder than any gloom I’d experienced.Victor crouched beside me, his touch hesitant but grounding as his fingers brushed my shoulder. “Kyara, we need to move. The ground here—”“It’s unstable,” I finished, my voice raw. I wasn’t sure if he meant the physical ground or the fragile balance of my emotions. Either way, he was right. The fractures beneath us were spreading, each crack glowing faintly with residual energy from the battle. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stand.Victor’s hand found mine, his grip firm but careful, like he was anchoring me to the present. “We’ll figure out what he meant, but not here. Please."I turned to see the to
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 126: Reflections of the Abyss
Kyara's POVI, not Eric, moved into the light. A darker, shattered version of myself. Her eyes, or rather my eyes, shone with an uncanny, molten gold as if carved from fire and shadow. Every motion she took was purposeful and measured as if the universe bowed to her command.The air altered, thick with something ancient and unpleasant. She came to a halt only a few steps away from me, her head cocked and a ghostly smile on her lips."You look surprised," she continued, her voice a chilling reflection of mine. "But you shouldn't be."My breath caught, and the words seemed stuck in my throat. Victor and Darius were both motionless, their gazes shifting between me and... me."What...what are you?" I finally whispered.She gave a venomous chuckle. "Kyara, I am you. You refuse to accept yourself. The you who desires power, control, and escape from the chains you've enslaved yourself with. And, unlike you, I'm not afraid to take what I want.""That's not true," I said, my voice wavering des
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 125: The Shattered Mask
Kyara’s POVThe atmosphere was thick with disbelief. My body was rooted to the ground, muscles stiff with a tension I couldn't shake as I stared at him—Eric, or whatever remained of him. His figure was a twisted reflection of the boy I once knew, his edges blurred by a dark aura that cracked like broken glass. And those fiery, hollow eyes were not like the ones that used to meet mine with tenderness.Victor's hand grasped mine instinctively. His warmth was the only thing keeping me from getting swept away in the storm of confusion and sorrow. Darius stepped in front of us, his body taut and ready, his wolf instincts tingling with unease."Eric?" I whispered, even though the name felt foreign now, like a relic of someone who had passed away.The figure cocked his head, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Eric," he repeated, his voice distorted and tinged with something ancient and venomous. "I remember that name. A fragile boy with delicate dreams. "So easy to shatter.""No," I respond
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 124: Threads of Eternity
Kyara's POVThe moment went on indefinitely, an impossible decision perched on the edge of a knife. I could feel the fire and shadow battle within me, scorching my veins and demanding release. Eric's imploring look pierced me from one side, while Victor and Darius remained firm on the other. Both sides wanted to save me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that neither of them realized how much this choice would cost.Every step I took seemed weighted as if the cosmos was holding its breath. The golden-cloaked apparition approached, hand outstretched, promising salvation—or damnation. Eric was still kneeling, his voice raspy. "Trust me, Kyara. "This is the only way."Victor grabbed my wrist and spun me to face him. His emerald eyes blazed with desperation. "You don't need to do this. Whatever this ability is, we'll discover it together. Do not listen to him. "Do not listen to them."Darius, now in human shape, took a step closer, his face etched with dread, which I had rarely seen from h
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 123: The Cost of Balance
Kyara's POVThe person in gold and black stood like a monolith against the horizon, their cloaked face unreadable, but the power emanating from them was unmistakable. It wasn't the crushing malice of the shadow guy or the strange attraction of the golden-eyed woman; it was something else. It wasn't just power; it was authority, the type you didn't have to say to feel."You've won the battle," they said, their voice smooth but menacing. "But the war is far from over."I moved forward, automatically covering Victor and Darius behind me. My body continued to vibrate with the merger of light and darkness, a fresh vitality that simultaneously pleased and scared me. However, in the presence of this entity, I felt tiny."Who are you?" I inquired, my voice firm despite the raging fury in my chest.They cocked their heads slightly, the curtain moving but showing nothing underneath. "Who I am doesn't matter. "What I represent does."Victor went to stand by me, his sword shaking in his grip but
The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 122: Between Fire and Shadow
Kyara's POVWhen the light faded, I was falling rather than standing. There's no ground to grab me, no horizon to guide me. Just limitless emptiness, as if the cosmos had split apart and cast me adrift in its hollow heart.The air was heavy with the aroma of ash and something metallic, sharp, like the aftermath of a tremendous storm. My body felt weightless, but not in a comfortable way. It was the weightlessness of surrender, the loss of all control. But the fire inside me raged on, and I couldn't stop my heartbeat."Is this it?" I muttered to no one, my voice scarcely heard over the rumbling abyss.The voice sliced through the darkness, smooth and mocking. "Oh, it's far from over."I twisted, or rather the space around me did, and there he was: the shadow man. His red eyes shone like dying stars, and his presence felt like a cold sword across my spine. He was not alone. The golden-eyed lady emerged from the cloud, her sneer sharper than before."You thought you could end this with a
