CHAPTER 324: CHAPTER 324 REWRITING FATE (1)

But one look at Liora’s tears-streaked face, her eyes were hollow and her cheeks were sunken from sleepless nights, and the vow meant nothing seeing his sister’s pain. Sighing in defeat he parted his lips.

"I’ve read a book from our ancestors’ tomb... the only way to delay this curse is to suppress her power for now, and send her to a place where she can’t awaken her magic. After she turns eighteen, we can continue suppressing it or we can strip her of her powers. As long as the power doesn’t awaken, the prophecy won’t come true. But you must know that this will make your daughter useless, she won’t be able to perform even the easiest magic, and suppressing her power will not be an easy feat." Zeir said.

"And should in case we need to strip her of her powers, you will need to take her magic and die saving the Sacred tree," Zeir added. As the King of the Fae realm, he should have put the realm first, but he would rather be a good brother than a good ruler. He was selfish and he knew it.

Liora’s brows furrowed slightly as if in deep thought. "Let’s do it." She said calmly.

At Liora’s words, the room fell into a heavy silence. The air was thick with the weight of her decision, they all knew there was no coming back from this.

Zeir’s eyes lowered, hiding the storm brewing within them. Sylven’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck straining, but none of them spoke. There was nothing left to say.

Liora’s gaze remained steady, though her heart trembled beneath her chest. She knew the path she had chosen was cruel, yet it was the only one she could walk. "Tonight," she said softly, her voice quivering like a dying flame, "we will seal her power."

That night, beneath the silver hue of the moon, they gathered in the sacred hall. The floor was marked with intricate symbols, glowing faintly as Zeir chanted under his breath. The air was heavy with magic, so dense it hummed and rippled through their veins. Liora stood at the center, cradling the sleeping baby in her arms. Aeris’s small fingers twitched, her breathing calm and innocent, unaware of the storm that surrounded her.

"Elowyn, take your position," Zeir instructed quietly.

Elowyn stepped forward, her hands trembling despite her composure. She stood opposite Zeir, her magic gathering above her chest. Elowyn never wanted to partake in this, but knowing that her help was needed, and it was for the good of her sister and niece’s happiness, she decided to help.

Sylven positioned himself to the east, his magic burning faintly red, while Zeir’s own blue energy intertwined with theirs. Liora closed her eyes, whispering a silent prayer before joining the circle.

When their energies merged, the air crackled violently. The ground beneath them shuddered as bright lights shot upward, weaving together into a dome of shimmering power. Aeris stirred in Liora’s arms, her small cry echoing through the chamber. Liora’s lips trembled as she whispered, "I am sorry, my little star. Please forgive me."

Suddenly, a blinding wave of light exploded from the circle, sending them stumbling backward. The force was enough to shatter the pillars of the hall. Liora fell to her knees, clutching Aeris tightly as pain coursed through her body. Elowyn coughed blood, Sylven fell to one side, and Zeir barely managed to stabilize the collapsing barrier.

"Again," Liora’s voice came out weak but determined. "We’ll try again."

"Liora, your body can’t take any more," Zeir warned.

"I said again!" She raised her trembling hands, her magic igniting once more.

The others followed, and this time, the lights intertwined more smoothly, the symbols glowing brighter than before. Aeris whimpered in her sleep, a faint golden light flickering around her body before it dimmed completely.

When it was over, the four of them were left breathless. The silence that followed was heavy and solemn. Liora gently kissed her daughter’s forehead, tears rolling down her cheeks. "She will be safe," she whispered, though her voice was barely audible.

Zeir looked at her wearily. "What do you plan to do now?"

"I will take her to the werewolf realm," she said, her voice steady but her eyes distant. "They despise magic. She will never come in contact with it there, and the seal will hold for as long as she lives there."

Elowyn’s eyes widened. "You can’t mean that, Liora. That realm is dangerous. If they find out what she is..."

"They won’t," Liora cut her off, her tone final. "She will live. Even if she must live as someone powerless, her father is an Alpha, he would protect her."

That night, as the realm slept, Liora wrapped Aeris in soft linen and stepped into the cold forest. Rain drizzled from the heavens, soaking her cloak. Sylven appeared from the shadows, his expression grim.

"I am coming with you," he said simply.

"You shouldn’t," Liora replied, turning away. "It is dangerous and besides you are with Elowyn now, this is not proper."

Liora said remembering that her sister was betrothed to him the moment she came back pregnant.

"I am not asking for your permission," he said quietly.

Elowyn emerged behind him, her voice trembling. "Sylven, please. You’ve done enough, let her go... the fewer the better."

He looked back at her, his eyes filled with a sad smile. "Elowyn, I will return. I promise. The werewolf realm is a dangerous place, she needs protection."

Elowyn nodded reluctantly, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. She knew Sylven still had feelings for Liora, even when he had promised her marriage.

But she was willing to let him go just this once, to fulfil his wish, but once he returned, he would be hers and hers alone.

Through the forest and across the misted boundaries, Liora and Sylven traveled until the towering gates of the Silver Moon Pack came into view. The rain poured heavily, soaking through their cloaks.

Liora stood at the edge of the settlement, her heart twisting painfully. She walked toward the gates, her steps heavy. When the guards approached, their growls halted as Caelen appeared behind them.

For a long moment, neither spoke.

Liora handed him the small bundle, her fingers brushing his as their eyes met. His face was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the emotions he was suppressing.

"She is yours," Liora said softly. "Her name is Ember, like the weakest ash of what was once a roaring fire. Take care of her."