All Chapters of The Prophecy's Pawn: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kyara’s POVThe woodland was mysteriously still, broken only by the low hum of the pendant on my breast. Eric's stiff presence alongside me was like a barrier, but the weight of Victor's confession felt like a stone in my gut. My mother, the pendant's creator? The comments rang in my head, eroding the confidence I'd previously had."Kyara." Eric's voice was low and steady, but the edge of fury was palpable. "You shouldn't trust him. He is a manipulator who plays on your emotions."I tightened my grasp on the pendant, its cold surface resting on my hand. "What if he isn't lying? What if he was telling the truth, Eric? My mother concealed so much from me. "This... it changes everything."Eric drew closer, his hands framing my face with a softness contradicting his harsh tone. "It does not alter who you are. Whatever the pendant's roots or what your mother did, it does not define you."I looked into his eyes and saw both a resolution and an unsaid cry. He didn't want me to pursue Victor

Kyara’s POVThe woodland air was thick with suspense, and the ground beneath us trembled as if alive with expectation. Victor's words hung in the air like a curse, but Eric's presence alongside me grounded my pounding heart. His fingers momentarily brushed against mine, sending sparks skittering up my arm, as if he could sense my inner struggle.I couldn't get rid of the vision of the rift—glowing, throbbing, alive—and the unsettling sensation that something far worse lay just beyond it. Yet, at this moment, all I could think of was the warmth of Eric's gaze, the way it softened as it met mine, even if he bristled with distrust at Victor."You shouldn't be here," Eric hissed as he stepped forward. His voice was like thunder, deep and powerful, each syllable loaded with barely contained rage. "You've done enough damage."Victor did not back down. His previously pompous exterior had shattered, leaving behind something unexpected: vulnerability. "This isn't about the past, Eric," he stat

Kyara's POVThe universe appeared to catch its breath as the Shadow Keepers stood before me, their brilliant eyes an unsettling blend of promise and terror. Eric's glare burned into my back, a nonverbal appeal for me to turn around and let him fight for me. But I could not.This was my route.The leader of the Keepers moved another step closer, their motions unsettlingly smooth, as if they were gliding rather than walking. "Surrender to the shadow," they said, their voice gentle but firm, "or face the consequences of its unchecked power."I swallowed forcefully, the weight of their desire pressing on my chest like a tangible force. But before I could respond, the whisper returned, weak but forceful."Kyara… trust me."My mother's voice spoke to me from beyond the veil of reason. My heart stammered in my chest, split between terror and hope."Kyara, we don't have to do this," Eric whispered behind me, his voice low and frustrated. "There has to be another way."I turned to face him, my

Kyara's POVThe voice broke the air like glass, and the sound crawled under my skin. My breath caught, and I couldn't move or think."Mom?" The word slipped me before I could stop it, my voice wavering.Eric turned swiftly to face me, his brow furrowing. "Kyara, what are you talking about?"The towering figure moved closer, and its shape began to morph. The once-monstrous shape vanished like ink in water, leaving just a lady in shadow. Her eyes sparkled softly, much like mine when the force within me stirred.But it was her face that made my heart stop. The strong cheekbones, the delicate curve of her lips, the way her black hair framed her face—it all felt too familiar."Kyara," she whispered softly but hauntingly. "You've grown.""No." I shook my head and stepped back reflexively. "You aren't genuine. "You can't be real.""She's not," Eric hissed, again putting himself between us. "This is some sort of scam. "Do not listen to her."But I couldn't take my gaze away. My mother—if it w

Kyara's POVThe air around me felt colder and heavier as if the place was alive and pressing on my chest. Staring at the shadowy figure, my heart raced against my ribs. Its presence seemed to hinder the light from the room, leaving just an eerie flicker of flames on the walls."Who are you?" My voice was more steady than I felt, even if the pendant around my neck throbbed like a second heartbeat.The figure did not move, but its voice drifted through the air like smoke. "The better question, Kyara, is who are you?"I scowled, my fingers brushing across the blade's hilt by my side. "I am not playing games. Answer me."A low chuckle resounded throughout the chamber, sending shivers down my spine. "It's so spicy. "Just like your mom."The mention of her felt like a blow in the stomach. I tightened my grasp on the dagger. "What do you know about my mother?"The figure shifted slightly, and I thought I saw a gleam of eyes in the darkness. "More than you ever will. She was courageous, perha