Eva stood in the nursery, her hands resting on the crib where her sons lay, both asleep for the moment. She watched them closely, feeling the weight of their destinies pressing down on her. Caelum, her wolf-born child, lay on his side, his small chest rising and falling with each breath. Silas, her vampire-blooded son, lay beside him, his dark eyes closed, his face peaceful. But Eva knew better than to let her guard down. There was too much at stake.
Suddenly, a loud crack broke the silence. Eva’s heart leapt in her chest as she turned quickly, her eyes searching for the source of the sound. She saw it immediately—the room was filled with a strange, orange glow.
Silas was standing in his crib, his hands raised, his eyes wide with an unnatural gleam. Before Eva could react, the flames flickered up from the edges of the room, curling and twisting toward the ceiling. The nursery, the safe haven she had made for her children, was being consumed by fire.
“Silas!” Eva screamed, rushing toward him. But as she neared, her heart stuttered in her chest. The flames were wild, too much for a child so young, too much for her to control. She could feel the heat licking at her skin, threatening to burn her alive.
But then, out of nowhere, Caelum let out a long, mournful howl—a sound that seemed to vibrate through the walls. In an instant, the flames around Silas dissipated, vanishing as though they had never been there. Silas blinked in confusion, his little hands dropping to his sides as the last of the fire flickered out of existence.
Eva stared at her sons, her pulse racing. Her eyes shifted between Caelum and Silas, and she saw it—something deep and undeniable between them. They weren’t just siblings. They weren’t just children. They were something more. They were bound by something ancient. Something that couldn’t be ignored.
Max appeared in the doorway, his face pale, eyes wide with concern. His breath caught when he saw the aftermath of the flames and the way Caelum and Silas were looking at each other. He stepped forward, his voice quiet but firm.
“They’re each other’s balance,” Max said, his voice heavy with understanding. “And each other’s threat.”
Eva felt a lump form in her throat as she turned toward him. “What do you mean? What’s happening to them?”
Max shook his head, his expression troubled. “I don’t know yet. But I think they’re starting to awaken. The power… it’s growing stronger in them. And it’s not just one power. It’s both.”
Eva’s mind raced, her heart sinking. Her sons had always been special, but now, they were more than she could have ever imagined. The prophecy was real, and it was beginning to unfold before her eyes. She wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t ready for them to carry the weight of the world on their tiny shoulders.
But as Max spoke again, his voice low and filled with concern, Eva knew they couldn’t ignore it. They couldn’t run from it.
Max stepped closer, kneeling beside the crib. “They’re not just children, Eva. They’re destined for something bigger. Something dangerous.”
Eva clenched her fists, struggling to hold back the emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “I won’t let them be destroyed. I won’t let the prophecy tear them apart.”
Max met her gaze, his expression grim. “You can’t stop the prophecy. But you can guide them. Teach them how to control it.”
Before Eva could respond, the door to the nursery opened again, and the seer entered. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with shock. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the twins, her mouth slightly open as she stared at them.
The room fell silent, and Eva’s breath caught. The seer had seen something. Something none of them had fully understood.
“They’re not destined to destroy each other,” the seer whispered, her voice trembling. “They’re destined to choose.”
Eva’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean? Choose what?”
The seer took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving the twins. “One will rise to unite the wolves and vampires. The other will bring the war that ends both. They will have to choose which path to follow, and which path to reject. But their choice will shape everything.”
Eva felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath her. She had always known there was something special about her sons, but this… this was beyond anything she could have prepared for. Her mind raced, trying to grasp the meaning of the seer’s words, trying to understand what was coming.
Max was silent, his face shadowed with his own thoughts. Eva turned to him, her voice soft but urgent. “Max, what does this mean? What are they supposed to choose?”
Max took a long breath, his gaze flicking to the twins. He reached out and gently touched Caelum’s small hand, then Silas’s. “It means they’re not just weapons in the prophecy. They are the future. They will decide whether we live or die. Whether our world lives or dies.”
The weight of his words settled over Eva like a heavy cloak. She looked at her sons, feeling an overwhelming love for them, but also fear. Fear for what the future would hold for them.
“I won’t let them be torn apart,” Eva whispered, her voice fierce and resolute. “I will protect them. No matter what.”
Max nodded, his hand resting on her shoulder. “We’ll protect them. Together.”
The seer stood still, her gaze never leaving the twins. “You have months, maybe weeks. You need to prepare them for what’s coming. For the choice they’ll have to make.”
Eva’s heart pounded in her chest, but she nodded, knowing she had no other choice. The path ahead would be difficult, filled with impossible decisions and sacrifices. But she wouldn’t let them face it alone.
“They’re not destined to destroy each other. They’re destined to choose,” the seer repeated softly, almost to herself, as if the words had only just begun to sink in.
Eva watched the twins, her heart swelling with love and determination. She would stand by them, no matter what choice they made.
Because she knew that whatever came next, she would fight for them. And she would fight for their future.
“Then let’s find out which path they’ll choose,” Eva said, her voice steady and sure.
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