"One shall burn, one shall bleed.One shall kneel, and one shall lead.Bound by kiss, torn by flame—A cursed love shall break the chain."
The words were carved into the bones of the world long before she was born.Before the kingdoms were drawn. Before the witches were hunted. Before Alina Thorne ever knew what love or hate truly meant.
The stars fell the night the prophecy was spoken.The air smelled like lavender and blood.
In the heart of the sacred grove, the High Oracle opened her arms to the moon and screamed. Fire poured from her mouth instead of words. Her eyes turned to ash. Her final breath carried the curse that would twist fate for generations:
A hunter born of fire.A witch born of ruin.And a kiss neither of them would survive.
Years later, the prophecy still echoed in the dark corners of the realm. In whispered warnings. In blood-stained books. In the nightmares of those who feared what it meant.
Alina didn't believe in prophecy.She believed in blades, broken bones, and clean kills.
Until the day she looked into the eyes of a witch with magic blooming behind her smile—And her heart forgot which side it was on.