Page 56 of The Kingdom of Eternal Ice
Makes day turn to night,
Brings fate to the fateless
One to hold
One to protect
One to love
One to heal
One to save
Through great loss
Will come great strength,
For the woman in white
Is searching
For what’s lost”
My head is pounding when Aylin has finished and judging by the looks on the faces of the triplets, I’m not the only one. All of them have furrowed their brows. Flinn is looking curious, Caelan worried and Endellion thoughtful.
“This is a lot.” Flinn comes right to the point.
“No kidding,” Caelan agrees.
“We need to allow things to take their natural course,” Aylin says. “The moment Azadeh stepped onto our lands, the prophecy finally kicked off. I don’t think we will be able to intervene in some parts. Your fates are forming, and we won’t be able to manipulate them, but we need to find the two sides of a coin, Favian and Favia.”
“And the woman in white,” Gillean adds. “She was the one Azadeh saw during the blizzard, and it’s safe to assume that she might have her hand in it. Also, Aza said that Favian was scared of her.”
“If we go by what we know, then the woman in white might be a deity or blessed by one. Finding a deity won’t be easy,” Aylin says.
“Then, we need to research properly,” Endellion says. “If she is a deity, there has to be information about her. Knowledge is power.”
My heart skips a beat when I hear his words. Knowledge is power, just like I always say. Endellion shares the sentiment, and something about that makes me happy. I have no idea what all of this means, but I have the strong, excruciating feeling that a lot of the outcome might lie on my shoulders. But, how am I going to do this? I’m not even aware of what’s truly going on. How can I change something I don’t know anything about?
My eyes wander towards Caelan, who has a slight, hopeful expression on his face, probably for realizing he has a mate out there. Gillean looks expectant and almost excited, while Flinn looks like the wheels in his head are turning. When my gaze meets Endellion, I feel a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
He probably has a mate out there, too.
It’s good, though, werewolves are all about their mates. I’m happy for him, yet my chest squeezes painfully.
“I’m going to step outside for a moment,” I say.
Endellion looks up at me, his eyes glazing over with worry. I make sure to keep up the façade, though, and smile at him before stepping out into the fresh air. It’s still afternoon, although it feels like it’s midnight.
How did I even stumble into all of this? My life used to be so uneventful, so full of… nothing. I swallow thickly. Even though I am involved in the biggest mess, I still don’t miss my old life. At least here, I finally feel at home. I have people who are interested in me as a person. None of them knew of the prophecy. They all approached and befriended me on their terms. I am happy here, finally.
Yet, I feel tears filling my eyes.
“Azadeh,” Endellion says quietly. He closes the door behind him and steps outside, too.
I blink my tears away, smiling at him. “Did you need a bit of fresh air, too?”
Endellion doesn’t answer. His eyes seem to bore themselves into my soul. I turn away from his gaze, trying to step away, too, feeling how my heart beats so fast it might jump out of my chest at any time. He takes my hand, holding me back. “Why are you so sad?” he asks softly.
