All Chapters of The Prophecy's Pawn: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kyara's POVThe world was too silent. Not the soothing silence that eased you to sleep, but the type that shouted in its emptiness, swallowing sound and choking thoughts. My eyes opened, and I found myself resting on something firm and hard. My hands involuntarily clenched around the dagger's hilt, the warmth it emanated reminding me that I was still alive—if that even counts as living.The blade's brilliance had dimmed as if it was storing strength for what was ahead. Around me, the earth seemed to move in patterns that rippled like water yet felt like stone. The air was electrified, crackling softly, a reminder that this area was anything from ordinary.I stood up shakily, my legs wobbling like a newborn fawn's. My voice rasped as I talked, primarily to myself. "Where am I now?"A low chuckle greeted me, a sound both familiar and unsettling. I whirled abruptly, my dagger lifted, and my heart pounded against my ribs."It seems fate isn't finished toying with you yet."Eric.Or at lea

Kyara's POVThe blackness was not just surrounding me; it was within me, permeating every breath, thought, and muscle that refused to move. I opened my eyes (or thought I did), but the nothingness persisted. My heartbeat boomed across the void like a battle drum, loud and persistent.Then came the voices.Soft at first, like murmurs on the surface of my thoughts. But they became louder, overlapping, and entwined into a chorus that made my skin crawl. They were pieces of sound, not cohesive sentences; my name was pronounced like a curse, a plea, or a promise.Then it came to a standstill.The stillness seemed more unnerving than the sound. My breath caught as the dagger in my grasp felt like a fire, sending burning heat into my arm. I gasped, nearly dropping it, but then I felt it: power. Pulsing. Alive."Do you feel it now?"The voice was not mine, yet it sounded familiar. Low, steady, and flavored with something old. I spun swiftly, and the darkness changed, revealing a person.Eric—

Kyara's POVThe pandemonium consumed me entirely. The Veil trembled like a live creature battling for survival, and the air was dense with power, burning my lungs. The blade buzzed in my fingers, its heat growing to excruciating levels, yet I refused to release it. My pulse pounded as the darkness loomed before me, stifling and old.Rena stood on the other side of the divide, her face caught between triumph and horror. The earth underneath her shattered even more, separating us with a gap that appeared to extend eternally into darkness."You can't keep it forever, Kyara," Rena said over the noise of the Veil. "The dagger is not what you believe it is. It is alive, and if you do not act quickly, it will destroy you.Her words raked at me, but the shadow's gaze kept me hostage. Its deep, threatening voice echoed in my head. "Don't be fooled by her falsehoods. The dagger selected you for a purpose. Kyara, you are the key to equilibrium. "Without you, the Veil will collapse."Balance. Cho

Kyara's POVThe sensation of falling enveloped me, with air rushing past and the world swirling in chaos. My cry was absorbed by the emptiness before I collided with the solid ground with a violent thud. My head throbbed as I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar scene: a magnificent, cavernous room carved from obsidian stone. Torches lined the walls, with their flames shining an odd blue. Shadows flickered madly, and a soft hum of power echoed beneath my boots.Victor's voice echoed before I recognized him. "Are you comfortable, Kyara? I hope you enjoyed my hospitality."I jumped to my feet, clutching the blade, but its usual reassuring warmth had vanished as if suppressed by the terrible energy of this place. Victor stood at the far end of the hall, reclining comfortably on a jagged black granite throne. His arrogance was obvious, and his smile cut like a razor."You're making this harder than it needs to be," he said, straightening as he approached. His presence exuded menace, and every

Kyara's POVThe warmth of the dagger in my palm changed—an urgent, rhythmic thrum, like a second heartbeat. It wasn't just alive; it was speaking to me, a silent plea that I couldn't quite grasp but felt nonetheless. My gaze moved between Victor's panicked expression and the beast's gleaming eyes. Everything within me screamed for this to cease. To make a choice. To act."Kyara," Victor rasped again, the raw terror in his voice piercing through the chaos of my thoughts. The creature's tendrils tightened around his body, and its shadowy form writhed as if feeding on his fear."Why should I?" Even I couldn't recognize the harsh and unfamiliar phrases that came forth. My hold on the dagger tightened as wrath boiled inside me. "You have lied, manipulated, and ruined everything good in my life. "Why do you deserve to be saved?"Victor gasped, his eyes blazing with desperation. "Because…because if you don't, it will come for you next.""You think I'm afraid of it?" I hissed. “You made me af