Chapter 67

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, yet they said nothing.

Their magic swirled in the air, a tangible weight pressing on my shoulders. The air itself seemed to hum with power, ancient and old, far older than the gods themselves. Their eyes were like mirrors of the past, reflections of things I couldn’t understand.

But I didn’t come to ask permission.

I came to demand the truth.

“You knew,” I said, my voice echoing against the stone walls, sharp and full of accusation. “You knew Kamajah was alive.”

One of the Elders, the youngest looking, but likely centuries old, sighed deeply. “We suspected,” he murmured, his voice a raspy whisper of time. “But her fate was sealed by the last war. Her existence... was a risk to the balance.”

“A risk?” My voice cracked with the weight of my emotions. “She’s my sister.”

“A twin born of prophecy,” another Elder interjected. “Do you truly believe the universe would allow two heirs of equal power to exist without consequence?”

The words were like a slap to the face, a cold reminder of the danger that Kamajah’s mere existence posed to everything we were fighting for. My sister, my twin. How could she be a weapon in their eyes? A threat?

I felt Adrian step beside me, his presence grounding me when my thoughts threatened to spiral out of control. He spoke quietly but firmly, his voice carrying the weight of all the truths I refused to face. “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.”

The eldest Elder, his face lined with years and regret, spoke. “The prophecy was clear. Two of you were always destined to walk a dangerous path—one to save, the other to destroy. One would carry the light, the other the dark.”

I turned sharply toward him. “And what do you expect me to do with that? To accept that my own sister—”

“She is your twin,” the Elder continued, ignoring my rising panic. “Her path was intertwined with yours. But the darkness of her magic could not be allowed to flourish. We sealed her, protected her—and in doing so, we protected you. But the time has come for the balance to shift.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not letting anyone else control her fate. If Kamajah is alive, if she’s out there... I need to find her. I need to bring her home.”

Adrian’s hand was warm on my shoulder. “We’ll do this together. But Luna… you need to hear them out. You need to understand what’s at stake. Kamajah is more than just your sister. She’s connected to Ravana, to everything we’ve been fighting against. Her magic could destroy everything.”

But in my heart, I already knew what I had to do. Kamajah was my blood, my twin. And no matter the cost, I would find her. We had been separated for too long. This time, nothing—no prophecy, no dark magic—would tear us apart.

“Where do I find her?” I demanded, my voice steady but carrying the weight of a thousand fears. The Elders exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them, one filled with knowledge they were reluctant to share.

Aeloria, my mother, stepped forward then, her presence more imposing than the Elders. The room seemed to grow colder as she spoke. “You will need the Map of Forgotten Paths. It is the only thing that can guide you to Kamajah.”

“What is it?” I asked, heart pounding. Every moment spent standing still was another moment I was losing her.

“The Map is not a physical object. It exists within the heart of the Veil Grove,” Aeloria explained, her voice soft but sure. “The Grove holds many secrets. It is the place where magic was born and where it was sealed. The Map is hidden there, only accessible to those who truly understand the weight of their task.”

“The Veil Grove?” I asked, the words tasting foreign on my tongue. “Isn’t that where—”

“Where everything began,” Aeloria finished. “The Fairy Kingdom is built on its edge, but the Grove itself lies beyond the reach of most. It is a place of ancient magic. And it is where Kamajah is being held.”

Adrian stepped forward, his voice cautious but curious. “And the Grove itself… How do we get there? How do we find Kamajah?”

Aeloria looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s not a place you can simply walk into. The Grove only reveals itself to those who are worthy. It shifts, changes, reacts to the intentions of those who seek it.”

“So how do I become worthy?” I asked, frustrated. My sister was out there, and I was being handed riddles.

“Your intentions must be pure,” Aeloria said, her voice solemn. “But you must also be willing to embrace the magic within you. The Grove will test you—not just as a daughter of the Fairy Kingdom, but as a being who is both light and dark. The answer to your sister’s fate lies within you.”

I took a deep breath. This was no longer just about finding Kamajah. It was about embracing who I was—and what that meant for the world.

“What else do I need to know?” I asked, trying to steady my racing heart.

Aeloria stepped closer to me, her hand reaching out to touch my shoulder. “You are more powerful than you realize, Luna. But you must learn to wield that power. The Grove is where you will unlock the magic that binds you to Kamajah. But beware—the Dark One is already aware of your coming. He will do everything in his power to stop you.”

“Then we stop him first,” Adrian said, his voice like steel.

But Aeloria’s expression softened. “This is not a fight that can be won with force alone. You must use wisdom, understanding. The Grove will test you in ways you cannot imagine. Only once you have passed those tests will the Map reveal its secrets.”

I nodded, determination solidifying in my chest. “Then we go. I’m not wasting another moment.”

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.