Chapter 24
Hekate
Lost in the twilight of the crimson moon, the blood of the child tainted.
The return of three but a memory, defines the journey of the fated.
One becomes two, and two become eight, the end of the world is nigh.
Centuries old, chronicles told, and not all will survive.
Dust the blood, the wing, and the weight of the mind.
Destruction will come when all are combined.
The clear parchment with the old prophecy marked upon it is swirling in the glass case in the corner of my office. It’s the only one I keep close by.
This has happened before, but it’s usually just a mild fluttering. The swirling now is like nothing it’s ever done before and a sharp electric jolt shoots through my heart.
The same jolt that changed me forever almost two thousand years ago.
I know what this is.
Blood of my blood.
Soul of my soul.
Flesh of my flesh.
The inevitable is now.
To be continued in Hex
Book 2 of The White Horse Duet