Explaing The Curse
I pause, allowing the weight of my words to settle. “That’s what happened to her mother,” I add quietly. “She didn’t believe the stories until she turned thirty. Within a year, her wolf had completely taken over. She killed countless innocents, and in the end, the only solution was to put her down.”
Celine’s lips part in shock. “So… the curse affects their wolves?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I
“Yes,” cot’s their bloodline. Once they reach thirty, they lose the ability to control their wolves. The madness sets in, and the results are almost always the same.”
Silence fills the room. It’s a thick,
I study Celine’s expression, they silence, the kind that presses down c
you, demanding acknowledgment.
her brow creases and her eyes darken with thought.
“So what’s the answer to saving her?” she finally asks, her voice steady but tinged with desperation.
I hesitate. “Joseph believes it’s you,” I admit, my words coming out softer than I intended.
Her eyes snap to mine, her shock evident. “Because I’m the Queen Goddess, right?”
I shake my head slowly. “No,” I reply, though I can feel the weight of the title hanging between us. “Joseph and I both believe it’s because of your magic. As dragons, we can sense magic–its essence, its uniqueness. Nischola’s magic feels… like yours. It’s unlike anything we’ve ever encountered until you came along.”
Her face is unreadable as she processes my words. I can see the questions forming in her mind, the doubts and uncertainties swirling just beneath the surface.
“How would I help?” she asks, her voice quiet but resolute
“You don’t,” I reply firmly. “Not now. Right now, you focus on yourself–on healing, learning, and understanding who you are. Let us worry about the rest.”
She nods slowly, her eyes dropping to the floor. I can see the weight of everything she’s been told settling on her shoulders, but she doesn’t protest. For now, that’s enough.
We still have unfinished business here, loose ends to tie up before we can leave for our kingdom. Celine has been through enough. For now, she needs rest, space, and time to adjust to the enormity of her reality. The rest
wait.
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