Seraphine: "The Prophecy of the Twin Moons. It speaks of a child born of two worlds, possessing the power to unite or destroy."

Xander: "And the rival factions think Liam is that child?"

Marcus: "Yes. Word has spread quickly. They're convinced that controlling him will grant them unparalleled power."

Amelia's eyes filled with worry as she glanced toward the adjacent room where Liam slept peacefully.

Amelia: "We can't let them near him."

Xander: "Agreed. We need to strengthen our defenses and come up with a plan."

Marcus leaned forward, his expression earnest.

Marcus: "I've reached out to some old contacts. There are those who oppose the factions and are willing to help."

Seraphine traced a symbol on one of the texts.

Seraphine: "We can set up protective wards around the cottage, but they'll only hold for so long against a concentrated attack."

Amelia clenched her fists.

Amelia: "Why can't they just leave us alone? He's just a child."

Xander placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Xander: "Because they're afraid of what he represents—a change in the balance of power."

Suddenly, a faint noise echoed from outside—a rustling in the trees.

Marcus: Whispering "Did you hear that?"

They exchanged tense glances. Xander moved silently to the window, peering into the darkness. Shadows shifted among the trees.

Xander: "We're not alone."

Amelia's heart pounded.

Amelia: "Are they here already?"

Seraphine closed her eyes, concentrating.

Seraphine: "I sense multiple presences—surrounding us."

Xander turned to the group, his voice firm.

Xander: "We need to move Liam to a safer location."

Marcus nodded.

Marcus: "There's an old sanctuary beneath the cottage—a hidden cellar. It should mask his presence."

Amelia hurried to Liam's room, gently waking him.

Amelia: "Liam, sweetheart, we need to go somewhere safe."

He rubbed his eyes sleepily.

Liam: "What's happening, Mommy?"