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June 13 - June 17, 2024
I had been cheated out of my birthright, but I would not let them steal the power threaded through my blood.
A reminder of another lifetime, two years ago, when the stars shone brighter. A reminder to hope for the day that they may again.
“I love you,” I whispered as I left him. “Until the stars stop shining,” he responded.
The dancing string within my own blood was mated with its match, the two spiraling together, a pair promised for eternity.
“My North Star,” Augustus whispered, bending to brush his lips over the freshly inked spot on my arm and sending shivers down my spine. “So that we may always come back to each other.”
He may no longer see a future for me as a warrior, but I could see nothing else. “I was not made for skirts, Father. I was made for swords.”
The Spirits may grow greedy should a blessed soul cross their path, choosing to claim it as their own, harboring it as a true life among the dead in their realm.
“For every day my heart beats, I’m yours. My heart, my soul—it’s all yours.” “I’m yours,” I repeated. His lips brushed mine. “I will love you until the stars stop shining.”
With Malakai’s spear, I channeled his power. That unnamed essence flowed from the weapon into my body, forging a connection, and the distance between us seemed to shrink.
“You are brighter than this, Ophelia. Meant to be a shining star among us. But since he left, your light has dimmed.”
“At this, thy twentieth year, it is time that thou hear, a warrior born with blood of two is the blessed of me and you.”
“The task ahead will try thy spirit, but the Chosen is composed of strong merit.”
“Thy deepest wish awaits thee, once thou claims thy destiny. Ophelia, time is running short, for thou art our last resort.”
“If you succeed, you will right the wrongs you have staked your heart against.”
“I’m going to become a Mystique Warrior, and I am going to find you. If this Curse kills me, I will right the wrongs the universe has inflicted upon us first,” I whispered my promise to the stars.
“Something is coming, Malakai. A promise-breaking threat I did not anticipate. But I
Though I hated myself for it, I would do it again. Because what I did, I did for her. I would do anything for her. She may never know it, but it was all for her.
“You carry a piece of my heart. Whatever happens in there, that will always be yours.”
“Thy sight is gone, oh, Chosen Child. But the difficulty shall be mild. To walk through life without the sense requires a skill just as dense. It is neither physical thing nor human being, but imperative instinct riling. You have not had it all the way, but it grows stronger in your bones each day.”
“That ghost of an affliction may be gone, but your curse runs deeper, Ophelia.”
