Chapter 2 — Whispers Beneath the Flame
The morning sun poured through Amelia's window, yet she couldn't forget the spark that had kissed her skin. It left no burn, only a faint golden mark that shimmered when she touched it. At breakfast, her parents spoke in hushed tones about the upcoming Clan Gathering, words laced with caution and secrecy. Serena's sharp gaze caught hers — half anger, half fear.
At school, Roxy noticed Amelia's silence. "You look like you've seen a ghost," she teased, but her voice trembled slightly, as if she knew more.
That night, Amelia dreamed of fire turning into lightning — and a voice whispering her name:
"The powerless shall rise."
She awoke breathless, the mark glowing brighter than before.