All Chapters of The Prophecy's Pawn: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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

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

Kyara’s POVThe blackness was not just around me; it was also within me, coiling deep into my chest and anchoring itself as if it belonged there. My breaths were rapid and short as I tried to make sense of the vacuum that was pulling us further and deeper. I gripped Eric's hand as if it were the only thing keeping me grounded in reality. Maybe it was."Kyara," his voice broke through the suffocating silence, calm yet insistent. "Don't let it get into your head. Maintain your attention on me. "You are stronger than this."He did not express it with a patronizing or friendly tone. There was no sugar-coating or fake softness. Just unrelenting certainty that would not allow me to descend into my fear. It wasn't a plea, but rather an order that I didn't realize I needed."I don't feel strong," I said, barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm falling apart."Eric turned to face me, his features barely visible against the dark, swirling shadows. But his grip on my hand tightened firmly, and