As Amelia stood before the stone, the Watcher's words echoed in her mind. She had spent so long fighting to uncover the truth, to break free from the curse that had bound her family for generations. But now, as she faced the aftermath, the truth felt more like a prison than a release.
Her memories—her past—had been stolen from her for a reason. It was clear now that the curse had never been just a part of the land. It had been part of her, woven into the fabric of her being. Breaking the curse had not only unleashed the darkness, but it had also left her vulnerable to its pull. And now, she was left with the hardest decision of her life: embrace the memories and all the power they came with, or let it go, leaving the darkness to reclaim everything it had once controlled.
She turned to Liam, her heart torn between the two choices that lay before her. His face was filled with worry, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He was waiting for her decision, for the answer that would determine their future.
"I don't know what to do," Amelia whispered, her voice trembling.
Liam took her hand, squeezing it tightly. "Whatever you choose, I'm with you. But you need to make the decision for yourself. This is your fight, your destiny."
Amelia looked back at the stone. It was glowing now, pulsing with energy, as if waiting for her to act. She knew what she had to do, but the cost was more than she had ever imagined. Would she be able to live with the consequences of her choice?
The darkness was waiting. And soon, she would have to face it, whether she was ready or not.