The Venom in her Veins

PROLOGUE

WHEN THE FIRST KINGDOM FELL, IT WAS QUIET. A fracture too deep to see. An inhale too soft to feel.

But silence lies. It rippled—not in tremors, but in answer.

From that quiet, a prophecy was born. It lingered in the stillness, waiting. Until fate reached, searching through its darkness.

And in that moment, I awakened.

Not of beginning or end, but the breath caught between. The one that keeps them both alive.