He had spent most of his life avoiding the influence of fate. The very idea that something or someone could control his destiny was an affront to everything he believed in. He had built his life on the belief that he was the master of his own choices, that no one"no prophecy, no seer, no divine force could dictate his future.
But the world had a way of forcing you to confront your beliefs when you least expected it. Alec had learned that the hard way.
He stopped for a moment, leaning against the rough bark of a towering oak, catching his breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead, despite the cold, and his hand instinctively brushed over the hilt of his sword. His thoughts turned to the prophecy he had been running from for years. A prophecy that claimed his death would be the catalyst for the kingdoms destruction.
Death before the dawn,he muttered bitterly under his breath. It was the curse that had followed him for as long as he could remember. Every time he closed his eyes, it haunted him a shadow hanging over his every move, his every decision. It was why he had fled his homeland, why he had given up the life he had known, and why he was so determined to find the Oracle.
The Oracle, the only one who could tell him if he was truly doomed, or if he had the power to rewrite his fate.
With a frustrated sigh, Alec pushed himself off the tree and continued his trek, determination settling in his chest like stone. He had come too far to turn back now.
As the forest grew darker, the distant sound of rushing water reached his ears. He quickened his pace, his heart beating faster in anticipation. The Oracles sanctuary was near.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Alec broke through the trees and into a clearing. Before him stood an ancient stone temple, weathered by time but still imposing in its silent grandeur. Vines crept up its walls, and the air smelled of damp earth and herbs. The entrance, guarded by towering statues of forgotten gods, beckoned him forward.
He stepped inside, his footsteps echoing in the hollow chambers. The dim light filtered through cracks in the stone, illuminating a vast inner sanctum. At the far end, seated on a raised platform, was the Oracle herself.
She was an old woman, her face lined with age and wisdom, her eyes clouded with the veil of sight. Her robes were a deep shade of indigo, embroidered with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer in the low light. She didn't look up when Alec entered, but he knew she was aware of his presence.
"Come closer,Alec," her voice was soft but commanding, carrying a weight of knowledge and power.You seek answers, but beware: the truth is never as simple as we wish.
Alec's jaw tightened, his nerves prickling as he stepped forward.I need to know if the prophecy is true. Am I bound to destroy everything I love? Is my death the end of us all?
The Oracle's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, but she remained silent for a long moment. Her hands were folded in her lap, the fingers adorned with rings that glimmered with an ethereal light.
You are bound,she said finally.But not in the way you think. The threads of fate are not as fixed as you believe. They are tangled, woven together by forces you cannot understand, and while you may be the key to the kingdoms destruction, you may also be the one to save it.
Alecs chest tightened.I don't want to be a part of that, he said, his voice rough with frustration. I don't want to be bound by fate. I've spent my life trying to break free from it.
The Oracles eyes glimmered with an unsettling light.Fate is not a chain to be broken, Alec. It is a force that flows through everything, through all of us. You can try to run from it, but it will always find you. The thread between you and the one you are destined to meet is already in motion. It cannot be severed.
Alec shook his head, disbelief seeping into his bones. The one I am destined to meet?
The Oracles gaze softened.The one who will guide you, the one who will change the course of your path. She is waiting for you.
Alec frowned. Who? What are you talking about?
The Oracle stood slowly, her ancient limbs creaking as she moved with unexpected grace. She turned toward a stone basin at the center of the room, and Alec followed her gaze. The water in the basin was still, its surface gleaming in the dim light, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw something shift beneath it"an image, a figure.
Then the water rippled.
Alec's breath caught in his throat as the image of a woman appeared in the water, her face framed by dark, flowing hair, her eyes piercing and full of sorrow. The woman looked as if she were staring directly at him, her expression both haunting and familiar.
Who is she? Alec whispered, unable to tear his eyes away.
Her name is Lina,the Oracle said softly. She is the other half of your thread. You are bound to her, Alec, just as she is bound to you. She will help you understand your place in the prophecy.
Alec took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief.No. I don't want this. I don't want to be tangled in someone else's fate.
The Oracles expression hardened. You have no choice in the matter. The threads have already been woven. All you can do is follow them, or risk unraveling everything.
Alec's mind raced. He had come here seeking answers, but all he had received were more questions, more confusion. Lina. The woman in the water. His fate was tied to hers, whether he liked it or not.
But who was she? What role did she play in this tangled web of destiny? And why did the Oracle speak of her with such certainty?
Before he could voice another question, the Oracles voice rang out, a final word that struck him like a blow.
"Go to her, Alec. Your journey begins now."