"The Queen's Forgotten Oath"

loom. Each thread glimmered with energy, a representation of countless lives and cho

y. "You've meddled with our lives long enough. We'

e of fate, child. I do not bind you-I reveal what is already writt

with defiance. "Then we'll take that risk.

any eyes narro

s of fate lashed out, swirling arou

tle for

s-they carried the weight of fate itself. Each s

one thread as it wrapped

nother whispered into Alaric's

y recoiled, but more came to replace them. "Lysandra!" h

it," Lysandra replied, her voice tremblin

s teeth. "Then I'

y arms moved in unison, weaving defensive barriers of light and shadow. Alaric's s

el the threads of fate brushing against her mind, each one a story waiting to be told

whispered. "S

eaver

es of energy cascading through the cavern. Alaric

he tapestry of existence is too vast, to

on his forehead. "Maybe so," he said, his voice steady. "

g brighter with every step. This t

ts many arms moving frantica

aves rippling through the cavern. The threads

ndra!" Ala

ead of

read that pulsed with a familiar energy. It w

it," she

ories flooded her mind: the betrayal that had led her to the Labyrinth, the cur

ike a living thing. But Lysandra held firm,

l me anymore," she said

avel, its dark energy d

y, its form flickering as the lo

st of

hake violently. Chunks of stone fell from the

ing!" the Weaver cried, it

said, pulling t

s of fate dissolved into nothingness. The Weaver let

lence. Then the cavern beg

o go!" Alaric shoute

th their feet. The Labyrinth twisted and writhe

tes and into the forest, just as t

Begi

of what they had done. Alaric and Lysandra stood side by si

c said, his voice

inth is gone, but the Weaver's warning still lingers. We've c

s grip firm and reassuring. "Whateve

er past lifting for the fir

through the trees, illuminating their path. It was a new day, and for th

contin