All Chapters of The Prophecy's Pawn: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kyara's POVThe woods were strangely peaceful, save for the low hum of the pendant on my breast. My breathing came in short gasps as I examined the clearing. The trees rose like skeleton sentinels, their branches grasping at the sky, but there was no sign of Eric."Eric!" I yelled, my voice breaking. The echo of his name teased me, returning in fractured murmurs.The pendant pulsed again, warm and steady, as if it were alive. I grabbed it firmly, thinking it'd lead me to him. It had accomplished something great back then, but now it seemed like an anchor, tying me to a world that was rapidly dissolving."Kyara, don't panic. "He's fine," I repeated to myself, attempting to calm my racing mind. "He has to be."However, the deep aching in my chest disagreed.A low rustling sound disturbed the calm, and I swung around with fists clenched. "Who's there?"The shadows at the edge of the grove moved, and a woman emerged, dressed in midnight-blue robes that shimmered softly in the moonlight. H

Kyara's POVThe roar rang through the woods, deep and guttural, like a warning that shook my bones. Eric tensed alongside me, his body coiled tight, bracing for whatever appeared from the darkness. The pendant in my grasp seemed heavier, and its feeble glimmer projected jagged shapes across the woodland floor."Stay behind me," Eric said, his voice hard yet low and his fingers holding his blade."Not a chance," I said, my tone rougher than intended. "You can't face them alone."The dark individuals began to emerge, coming into the little light that filtered through the woods. They were grotesque, humanoid but twisted, with claws glinting like onyx and eyes shining like molten gold.The man with silver eyes stood in the middle of them, his sneer more evident, arrogant, and malicious. I told you, Kyara. You've only just begun to grasp the gravity of the situation."His attention shifted to Eric. "And you, the steadfast defender. So noble. Very predictable. What would you do when she know

Kyara's POVThe silver-eyed guy stood in the doorway, draining the warmth out of the room. The fire on the hearth flickered as if caught in a sudden wind, and the shadows on the walls stretched and twisted strangely.Elyra did not flinch. "You've overstepped, Malric," she hissed with a voice like hardened steel. "This is not your domain."Malric grinned, his silver eyes shining like icy moonlight. "My domain is wherever that pendant resides," he continued, his gaze shifting to me. "And, oh, how brightly it calls to me."I tightened my grasp on the pendant, the heat radiating from my hand. Eric stood behind me, his hand hovering near his blade, his body tensed like a spring about to shatter."Stay behind me," Eric said quietly but firmly."Not a chance," I said, my voice stronger than I felt.Malric's grin broadened as he went farther into the room. The air appeared to thicken with his presence, making it difficult to breathe. "Ah, the brave little wielder," he said. "Do you even know

Kyaraa’s POVThe air crackled with tension, dense and oppressive, as Zephyr stood across the sanctuary's glade. His golden eyes were steadfast, like a predator weighing up its prey, and I could feel the weight of his presence crushing on me.I tightened my grasp on the pendant, feeling its warmth against my skin like a pulse. Eric stood by my side, his dagger ready and his posture stiff."Do you always introduce yourself with a death threat?" Eric replied, his tone tinged with cynicism.Zephyr inclined his head, delight in his expression. "Only when the company warrants it," he answered calmly. His glance switched to me, and the laughter in his expression darkened. "Kyara, we have unfinished business. Let's not make things more difficult than they need to be.""Unfinished business?" I inquired, my voice more stable than I expected. "I don't even know who you are.""That's the problem," he replied, moving closer. The wards shimmered, preventing his progress, but it was evident they wou

Kyara’s POVThe world was quiet around me, a deep calm pressing on my ears as I looked into the abyss of darkness. The figure stood in the center, unmoving yet charged with a gravity that seemed to draw every thought and breath to them. My fingers twitched at my sides, and the pendant hummed softly on my chest as if tying me to reality."Kyara," the voice said, deep and resonant. It vibrated through the air, creeping beneath my skin and coiling around my bones. "Come closer."I gulped hard, my feet firmly in place. "Who are you?" My voice faltered, but I maintained my position. Even though the figure remained still, I felt their hidden gaze sweep over me like a caress and a menace."You already know the answer," they continued, with a trace of sadness—or amusement?—in their tone. "You've always known."The pendant pulsed, and I gasped as the heat rose from its core and raced up my spine. I swayed and almost fell, but strong hands held me from behind.Eric."Kyara," his voice was crisp