The Ember that Tethers (Shattered Soul #2)

THE PROPHECY OF THE FALLEN STAR

Golden flower, silver petal, more precious than any metal.

Hot iron in thy veins, bond, tether, melt the chains.

His bones, her skin, through love alone bring the next of kin.

Burden and bless, sixteen and four, no more, no less.

Seek the six and the half, together burn it all in wrath.

A story to rewrite, a spark to ignite.

Do not forfeit peace for pain,

for only ash will remain.

Before the beginning,

begin again.