Page 17 of Favored By the Stars

"Senara," it intoned, neither male nor female, yet somehow both. "You stand at the threshold of truth. Are you prepared to face what lies within?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "I am," I said, surprised by the steadiness in my voice.

"Then know this," the voice continued. "The box contains a fragment of your true self, the part of you that has been hidden, even from your own eyes. To claim it is to embrace both your greatest strength and your deepest vulnerability."

The warning about shadows lurking in my light echoed in my mind. Was this what it meant?

"What if I'm not ready?" I whispered, fear creeping into my voice.

"That," the voice replied, "is a choice only you can make. But remember, young one, sometimes the most dangerous path is the one not taken."

The chamber fell silent, leaving me alone with the box and my racing thoughts. My fingers brushed against its cool surface, feeling the pulse of magic within.

To open it was to invite both power and peril. To leave it closed was to remain in the safety of ignorance.

Which would I choose?

With a deep breath, I placed my hand firmly on the lid of the box. The etched patterns beneath my palm glowed, reacting to my touch. I could feel the magic within calling to me, resonating with the dual nature of my power.

Slowly, deliberately, I lifted the lid. A blinding flash of silver-gold light erupted from the box as I opened it, enveloping me in its radiance. For a moment, I was suspended in a sea of pure energy, neither here nor there. Then, with a rush of sensation, I felt something pouring into me, memories, knowledge, power.

I saw flashes of a life I'd never known, a golden-eyed man who looked strangely familiar, standing protectively over a pregnant woman, his face etched with determination. A silver-haired woman cradling me as a newborn, her eyes brimming with love and sorrow as the color drained from her face. The Veil, shimmering and pulsing with otherworldly energy.

Voices echoed in my mind, fragments of conversations long past.

"She must be hidden..."

"The prophecy speaks of one who bridges both worlds..."

"If they find her, all will be lost..."

The visions came faster, a whirlwind of images and sensations. I felt the raw power of the moon coursing through me, saw myself wielding it with effortless grace. Then came the scorching heat of the sun, its energy intertwining with the moon's cool radiance in a dance of light and shadow.

But with each surge of power came a corresponding darkness. I saw cities burning, heard the screams of the dying. I watched as shadows coalesced into monstrous forms, like the one that had chased me earlier, each of them feeding on fear and despair, growing stronger with every passing moment. And at the center of it all stood a figure, me, but not me. A version of myself consumed by the very power I now knew I could, and did, wield.

As quickly as it began, the torrent of visions subsided. I found myself back in the chamber, gasping for breath, my entire body trembling. The box lay open and empty on the pedestal before me.

I looked down at my hands, expecting them to be different somehow. They looked the same, and yet... I could feel the change within me. The raw potential of my dual nature hummed just beneath my skin, no longer dormant but awakened and hungry.

"What am I?" I whispered, my voice shaking.

"You are the Eclipse Child," came the answer from a chorus of whispering voices. "Born of moon and sun, destined to bring change, but beware, child of light. Great power casts long shadows, and the darkness within you grows stronger with each passing moment."

I clenched my fists, feeling the push and pull of the opposing forces within me. "How do I control it?"

"That," the voice replied, "is the question upon which everything hinges. This trial is complete, but you have a long road ahead of you."

The chamber faded around me, the pedestal and box dissolving into mist. As the world shifted, one last whisper reached my ears:

"Remember, the line between savior and destroyer is thinner than you know."

I blinked, and suddenly I was standing back in the great hall where I had seen the guardians before. At the other end of the hall, a door materialized. This one shimmered like polished obsidian, reflecting distorted images of myself back at me. The Trial of Shadows awaited.

ChapterSeven

Senara

I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. The weight of what I'd learned pressed heavily upon me, but there was no time to fully process it all. Thorn and Kaelyn were still out there, somewhere.

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