Valerie sat motionless on the edge of her bed, her fingers tightly gripping the embroidered sheets as Odi's words lingered in her mind. The candlelight flickered across her face, casting long shadows that mirrored the turmoil in her heart. She had spent years watching Heath wield his power, the one true sorcerer of the kingdom, the one anointed by prophecy. For over a years, it had been believed that there could only be one—one sorcerer to maintain balance. And now, here she was, a secret wielder of the same magic, an anomaly, a mistake. Or worse—a villain. This is the reason for her fear, she is scared of being the bad one, of being the one against the kingdom according to the ancient prophesies. She fear what Darius might think of her, she fear being executed.
Her voice came out as a whisper, raw with emotion. "Odi, what if I am the villain the prophecy spoke of?"
Odi looked at her, unwavering. "You are not a villain, Valerie. You have a heart that seeks to protect, not destroy."
