The Unifier

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The air hung heavy with a silence that seemed to press against my skin, suffocating the words I wanted to speak. The seer’s presence filled the room like a tangible mist, cold and impenetrable. She stood before me, an enigma wrapped in the shadows of her dark cloak, her eyes like twin pools of endless knowledge.

"Centuries," she whispered, her voice threading through the stillness. "For centuries, this prophecy has awaited your arrival, Luna Queen. Many have borne witness to its verses etched in stone, spoken in the hushed reverence of sacred groves."

Her assurance did little to soothe the unease coiling within me. Pure intentions were as elusive as morning mist; they promised clarity but often led one further into the forest of uncertainty. Yet, the solemnity in her tone was not easily dismissed.