Chapter 58
Luna P.O.V
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not because I couldn’t.
Because I wouldn’t.
Kinsey’s betrayal—or what I hoped wasn’t betrayal—echoed in my mind like a whisper in a vast cave. She had been speaking to Ravana. Our uncle. And not just recently. For months. The realization sat like iron in my chest.
The next morning, Adrian stayed close as we entered the main throne hall. My mother—Queen Aeloria—was already there, seated in the high-back throne wrapped in glowing vines. Her silver gaze watched me as if she knew everything that had transpired last night.
I bowed my head slightly. “We need to talk.”
“Yes,” she said softly, “we do.”
Kinsey was already seated at the long table, eyes hollow, shoulders tense. She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
The Queen raised a hand. “Leave us.”
The guards bowed and disappeared. Only me, Kinsey, Adrian, and Aeloria remained.
“I know what you’ve heard,” Aeloria said gently. “But you must understand, child… Kinsey has never wavered from your side.”
I clenched my jaw. “She’s been speaking with him. She’s fed him information.”
“Wrong,” Kinsey whispered. “I’ve been feeding you what he wanted you to hear. I’ve been filtering his lies from his truths.”
I stared. “You should have told me.”
“And risked him finding out that we were onto him?” she snapped, then lowered her voice. “I know him. He feels everything. If I slipped up—he would’ve killed someone to punish us.”
Aeloria stood, her presence commanding the air in the room.
“Luna,” she said. “You were kept from the Fairy Kingdom not because we were hiding you—but because we were protecting him from you.”
My breath caught.
“What?”
“You are the child of two great bloodlines,” she said. “One of wolf. One of fairy. And one of something far older—something lost in time.”
“Sita,” I whispered.
She nodded. “She is not simply with you. You are her reincarnation. Her soul reborn. And Ravana’s obsession with you is not because of your magic…”
“It’s because I’m her,” I finished.
Aeloria sat again, her composure slipping for the first time. “There’s more. The artifacts—the arrow of Rama, the spears of Sita—they are not just relics of legend. They are keys. They bind Ravana’s soul in fragments.”
“You mean… his soul is still split?” Adrian asked, brows furrowed.
“Correct,” Aeloria said. “He has taken form, but pieces of him remain scattered—locked in magical objects across the kingdoms. The arrow. The spears. The bracelets.”
Kinsey gasped. “The bracelets. Luna has one.”
I instinctively grabbed my wrist.
“It’s a seal,” Aeloria explained. “Meant to suppress. But it also contains part of him. That’s why it reacts so strongly to your power.”
I took a shaky breath. “Then… to defeat him…”
“You must destroy all the fragments at once,” Aeloria said. “Only then will he truly die.”
I turned to Kinsey. “And what if he suspects we know?”
“Then he’ll come for you sooner than we’re ready,” she said quietly. “But I’ve bought us time.”
Adrian folded his arms. “How long?”
“A week. Maybe two.”
The air grew cold.
Aeloria stepped forward and placed a hand on my chest, above my heart. “You were born to end this. But you are not alone.”
“I know,” I said, glancing at Adrian and Kinsey. “But we’re running out of time.”
Aeloria nodded once. “Then it’s time you began your training.”
Dre P.O.V
I stood in the river, the water lapping at my legs, watching the sky bleed into dusk. My father stood beside me, quiet, thoughtful.
“Do you remember when you caught that fish with your bare hands?” he asked suddenly, eyes twinkling.
I smiled faintly. “I dropped it trying to show Mom.”
He chuckled. “She screamed like it was a monster.”
The moment faded into silence again.
Then he whispered, “She visits me sometimes. In my dreams.”
I looked at him. “What does she say?”
He closed his eyes. “She says… you’re going to do something incredible.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“But the dark one still whispers too,” he admitted. “He tells me you’re already his.”
“I’m not,” I said firmly. “I made a mistake. But I’m fixing it.”
He gripped my shoulder.
“Then keep going, son.”
The wind shifted then. Something moved behind the trees.
A faint hum pulsed through the air—dark, thick, watching.
I stood still.
He’s getting closer.
And we were nearly out of time.