KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The shadows danced along the walls of my chamber, mocking specters that whispered of a future bathed in blood and strife. I stood before the ancient mirror, my reflection a pale ghost amidst the encroaching darkness. The weight of prophecy pressed upon me, a relentless force that sought to crush the very marrow from my bones.

"Can I truly be the Luna Queen this world needs?" The question, a fragile thing, hung in the air like morning mist. Doubt, a familiar adversary, crept ...