The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 41: An Ancient Prophecy

Chapter 41: An Ancient Prophecy

MOON

Daemon swept his gaze over the woman who had now pulled down her cloak. Strangely enough, her hair was a blazing red despite the lack of melanin in her skin colour.

"I wasn’t aware that the Night Mages are now a pack." Daemon said blandly, uncaring for the insult he had all but thrown at the woman. His eyes dared her to take offence.

The Night Mage simply smiled, exposing very white teeth. "Well we aren’t rogues either. At least not the kind that you’re fighting."

"What has your father sent you to say to me?" Daemon continued impatiently.

"I am almost offended that you would think I am not here by myself."

"If you were, you wouldn’t have introduced yourself as your father’s child."

"If I had introduced myself otherwise, I do not believe you would have given me an audience."

Daemon chuckled in amusement at the steel in the woman’s tone. She didn’t look that younger than him, but she could be well older. "Very well. What do you

"I’ve come to lend you a hand in realising your great ambition and finally putting an end to this war."

Daemon found her proposition to be a joke, but still decided to play the part of the listening one. "You’ve my ears. What cost will the Night Mages require to fulfil my grand ambitions? Believe me as far as the word grand goes, I find the word insufficient to define my ambitions, but I shall hear you out. How many heads shall it require in your dark rituals. Ten sacrifices? Fifty? Or perhaps a hundred heads?"

The woman’s lips twitched in barely contained rage while Daemon simply relaxed back in his seat, taking joy at her discomfort. "We shall not be requiring such." She gritted out easily.

"The fact that you require nothing only makes me uncomfortable."

"Of course there’s a catch." The woman said quickly in the face of Daemon’s impassive expression.

Of course there was a catch. Daemon knew that much which was why he had made such an unfavourable journey to his father’s lands. When he received the message stamped in blood, he did wonder what the reclusive Night Mages, who were usually content with being invisible, suddenly wanted from him.

Seeing that Daemon simply awaited her explanation, the woman started to speak. "An ancient prophecy has been passed down by my ancestors through my bloodline up until this day."

Sarcastically, Daemon said blandly. "And let me guess, this prophecy probably made centuries before my birth foretells that I shall be king."

"True." The woman confirmed immediately, causing Yaren to raise an eyebrow at the admission. Was there ever going to be an end to nonsense such as prophecies and whatnot?

"However, that is not why I am here." The woman added quickly. "I am here for the other half of the prophecy, the one that tells about the woman who shall stand by your side."

Daemon raised an eyebrow on hearing that. The woman who shall stand by his side?

"And who is this woman?" Yaren finally spoke, seeing as though it seemed the woman was struggling with her next words.

"The prophecy tells that she will be born with a flake in her eyes. She said to be destined to see the world for all it is, and yet she has no sight of her own."

Silence fell in the tent, although not because Daemon had no word to say at the all but blatantly obvious description. But because it was just as ridiculous as he expected.

"This woman shall stand tall by your side. Many will revere her, and many shall worship at her feet as they worship you. But she is destruction, a traitor to the cause you’ve been born for."

Finally, it was Yaren who spoke after a dark chuckle. "Are you saying that the woman who banished my brother with a heinous lie shall stand by his side? Do you even realise how ridiculous what you say is?"

Despite the deathly stillness in his tone, the woman was unrelenting with her strange words pointed at Daemon. "I do not know how it will be that she will stay by your side, but it will happen. The prophecy tells that your destruction will start the day the flake falls from her eyes, until that happens, it is not too late to destroy her before she destroys you."

In a dark voice, Daemon finally spoke. "And why are the dark mages so concerned about my destruction, Norima Talga?"

"It is not that we are concerned..." the woman said in a hurried, panicked tone. "...it is that something is coming for us all. And strange enough, only you can save us all. But that won’t happen if Theta Zina WolfKnight still lives."

"If you’re this panicked, then I am sure your fear stems from the fact that this prophecy also foretells that she will destroy the long existing line of the Night Mages." Daemon surmised, his dark eyes taking the woman in.

The woman looked away, unable to deny his words.

Ignoring her admission, Daemon badgered her further. "What are the exact words of this prophecy? I do not mean its interpreted form."

Mechanically, Norima recited. "The glaciers shall meet the desert halfway, merging to become one. And from its belly, the supreme one shall be born. By his side shall stand the woman whose eyes have been bound by the earth. And when her folds fall, the supreme one shall fall too."

"Her folds?" Daemon asked grimly.

"It means the flake in her eyes. Our ancestors interpreted it to mean her blindness. When the flake falls means when she starts to see again." Norima explained.

"Start to see again?" Yaren repeated, "if the woman you truly refer to is Zina WolfKnight, then know it that she was born blind. It is not possible for her to see even if she had a wolf."

"Then it must mean she wasn’t born blind." Norima continued stubbornly, "the prophecy has been interpreted by many generations. They can’t have it wrong."