Selene's POV
The Tear glowed brighter.
The moment my fingertips brushed its surface, a violent surge of energy rushed through me, not painful, but overwhelming, like a thousand memories crashing through my skull all at once. The silvery light swallowed my vision entirely.
I gasped, body trembling, as fragmented images appeared in front of me, flashing like broken pieces of a forgotten prophecy.
A woman with white hair whispering into a pool of moonwater.
A tall man with eyes like molten silver reaching out for her.
A cradle wrapped in ancient runes.
A newborn child with a glowing mark on her wrist.
The same mark that is on me.
Then, suddenly, another image.
A hand gripping mine.
Lucian's.
His voice echoed faintly through the blinding light.
"Selene… come back to me…"
