Chapter 10: The Bargain

Aurelia stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding as Amara’s words sank in. The sorceress had been expecting her? How could that be? Aurelia hadn’t even known she would come here until yesterday.

Amara stepped aside, motioning for Aurelia to enter. “Come in. We have much to discuss.”

Tentatively, Aurelia crossed the threshold into the dimly lit chamber. The inside of the stone structure was as sparse as its exterior—no grand tapestries or glittering artifacts, just a single wooden table and a few shelves lined with ancient, dusty books. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room.

Amara sat down at the table, her gaze never leaving Aurelia. “You seek to change what the Veil has shown you,” she said, her voice smooth but cold.

Aurelia nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled the Veil from her pack and set it on the table. “I saw the future, and I need to stop it. Lysandra—my home—will fall, and it will be my fault. I can’t let that happen.”

Amara’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “The future is a delicate thing, child. Once seen, it becomes a part of you. Changing it is no easy task.”

“But it can be changed, right?” Aurelia pressed, desperation creeping into her voice. “There has to be a way.”

The sorceress’s smile faded. She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming in the firelight. “Perhaps. But such power comes at a cost. The Veil shows the truth—not just the future, but the truth of who you are. To alter that truth, you must be willing to sacrifice something dear to you.”

Aurelia’s heart sank. She had expected danger, perhaps even death, but a sacrifice? What could she possibly give that would be enough to change the future?

“What kind of sacrifice?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Amara’s gaze darkened. *