Chapter 66
Luna P.O.V.
The next morning, I stood in front of the Council of Seven—Fairy Elders cloaked in robes that shifted color with the rising sun. Their eyes, ancient and knowing, flickered over me like they already knew my intentions.
But I didn’t come to ask permission.
I came to demand the truth.
“You knew,” I said calmly. Too calmly. “You knew Kamajah was alive.”
One of the Elders—the youngest looking, but likely centuries old—sighed deeply. “We suspected. But her fate was sealed by the last war. Her existence… was a risk to the balance.”
“A risk?” My voice cracked. “She’s my sister.”
“A twin born of prophecy,” another elder added. “Do you truly believe the universe would allow two heirs of equal power to exist without consequence?”
Adrian stepped beside me. “You should’ve told her. Luna’s not just your heir—she’s your weapon. She has a right to know where that blade is pointed.”
“Enough.” Queen Aeloria’s voice echoed through the chamber, silencing even the breeze.
She stepped forward from her throne. Her crown of woven crystal vines shimmered, but her face was bare of makeup, emotion, or the guise of power.
“She is right to be angry,” she said. “We failed her. As a court, and as her blood.”
My throat tightened. “Then help me fix it.”
Aeloria nodded slowly. “You’ll need the Map of Forgotten Paths. It reveals where magic has been sealed—and where Ravana holds dominion. Kamajah is being kept beyond the Veil Grove, in a temple once sacred to our kind.”
Kinsey gasped. “That place was lost during the last age. It doesn’t appear on any maps.”
“Which is why,” Aeloria said, lifting her hand, “you’ll need this.”
She handed me a scroll sealed in amber. It pulsed in my hand like a second heartbeat.
“Use it only when you cross into the grove,” she said. “And beware… the temple guards more than just your sister.”
I swallowed hard. “I’ll take the orphans. They’re ready.”
“They are,” Adrian agreed. “But Luna… you have to promise me something.”
I turned to him. “What?”
“If Kamajah isn’t the same… if she’s dangerous—”
“She’s my sister.”
“I know,” he said softly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Meanwhile…
Kamajah P.O.V.
The chains hummed today.
That’s how I knew she saw me.
Luna. My twin flame. My anchor to a world I almost forgot.
Ravana paced outside the barrier—his form shifting like shadow and flame. “She comes for you.”
I didn’t respond.
“You could help me,” he mused. “Take the power meant for you. Rise beside me.”
“I’d rather burn,” I whispered.
He leaned closer. “You already are.”
And then he left—his laughter trailing like smoke.
But I wasn’t afraid.
Because now… she was coming.
And I had one last secret left to tell her.