Defying the Prophecy
Angerona’s lifeless hand slipped from Sirona’s grasp. It rested peacefully over her heart as she conjured a smile.
“I am sorry, my child. I tried to prepare you. Know that his fate is tangled with your own.”
Sirona bent closer, straining to catch every word.
“Follow the Vovk Codex,” she exhaled, and the last ember faded in her coal-black eyes.
Numb, Sirona couldn’t breathe, couldn’t cry, couldn’t believe she was gone...