Page 62 of A Clash of Stars

“I’m doing the best I can. This city is fantastic, easily the most intriguing place I have ever been,” I confessed.

He gestured to walk with him, “Would you like a tour?”

“I would love that, but maybe another day. I have a lot on my mind.”

He gave a gracious smile, “Anytime you’d like. All you must do is ask.”

I waved goodbye and continued walking, then noticed a statue a few paces away.

Athiana. She was charming and brilliant, and all others were inferior to her. I stood before her and looked into her gray stone eyes. I had some questions for her. Before I could open my mouth, a caring presence stepped beside me.

“She is quite beautiful, isn’t she?” Sophia asked me, but I knew that was an entirely rhetorical question. So I just lightly giggled as she continued.

“I have some information for you from my friend, the author,” she informed me.

I turned to look at her, and she was still looking up at the statue of Athiana.

“She found another way to get the book to you,” she stated.

Sophia reached out the book to me. The same book. My look was dumbfounded as I looked into her eyes. Something about her was different. Part of me thought she wasn’t who she honestly said she was, and eventually, I would figure it out.

“What? How—”

“It’s better not to ask questions. Just take it. Read it.”

She patted my hand and walked away. Leaving me in front of Athiana’s statue. I stood there. Confused as I had ever been at what happened, I decided I would not let this book out of sight again. I would read every single word of this book. Starting right now.

I sat down on the iron bench nearby and opened it up.

I passed up the portions I had already read, landing on a new story.

The Warrior Princess.

Interesting.

As it is stated in the prophecy. It will take three to defeat the ultimate evils of our land, but how do we start? The prophecy states that the purest of blood must seek revenge when the stars align. Hand in hand is where it shall begin. The blood possessed of power and the onyx of night must end it once before the strike.

A woman of pure blood. Witches are considered the purest of blood in our world. Rare, exquisite, and powerful. For this woman to truly destroy the first portion of our curse, she must stand hand in hand with the one whose soul is as dark as the onyx of night. Together, they will join the fight.

Huh.

I turned the page to the next section.

The Fallen Angel.

Dear Reader, do you remember the time I told you of the young boy who was born resulting in a war? Eros.

You see, this boy would eventually become a man. A Fallen Angel.

For the first time in the history of Darthium, a species was created from both darkness and light. Eros was kept away from all others until he was strong enough to make decisions for himself. He had conflicting qualities, unsure of who he should be.

Eros ultimately decided to join his father in the war against his people—or, better yet, his mother. Once he decided to join, his father ensured his rank as the Prince of the Vampyres, although he bore the resemblance of an angel. Once the war began, he was a deadly weapon. The angels knew only one way to defeat him, but they needed something.

Time.

One of the strongest angels cast a spell against the evil one, but when she did, he counteracted it, causing both curses to entangle. Once it settled over the world, time itself froze in Darthium.

A curse created out of hate can only be broken by a goddess of pure blood and goodness full of love. There will be few that know this truth, and others will force their way to the prophecy. Others will nudge the truth to the surface, just enough for those most important to catch on. As I said before, the boy, Eros, had a soul as dark as onyx, but something about him was changing. What it was, only one person would honestly know.

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