LYRA POINT OF VIEW

I barely slept that night after I returned from the seer.

The seer’s voice followed me into the morning like a whisper etched onto my bones.

Aria carries the Lunar Flame.

The words haunted every breath that I took.

I sat in my chamber, staring at nothing, as I tried to wrap my mind around the impossibility of it.

Aria, the girl Kael threw away was chosen?

Marked by an ancient power stronger than kings?

“No.” I muttered to myself.

“No, it made no ...