Rise of the Warrior Queen (Kaia and Silver) novel Chapter 52

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

THIRD POV.

Elder Agatha was awakened by a strange feeling.

It was like a cold breeze had passed through her closed room, brushing her cheek and stirring the air. She sat curled up on an old sofa, wrapped tightly in a thick shawl. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light

around her.

Outside, the storm continued. Rain poured down hard against the windows, and thunder growled in the distance. Bright flashes of lightning lit up the room every few seconds, casting quick shadows on the wooden

walls.

Agatha looked around. Everything was quiet. Nothing was out of place.

But something didn’t feel right.

She tried to close her eyes again. Her body still ached from the wound she had gotten on the night of the

eclipse–a deep injury on her side that hadn’t fully healed. All she wanted was a little sleep.

Then she felt it again.

A shadow moved near her. It was soft and silent. Like someone–or something–was trying to avoid being

seen.

Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up sharply, the pain in her side flaring, causing her to groan. Her heart

beat faster as she scanned the room again. There was nothing in sight. Still, the uneasy feeling grew

stronger.

Agatha stood up slowly, one hand pressed firmly to her injured side. She moved toward the window. With one hand, she pulled back the curtain and looked outside.

Only rain. Nothing else.

She let out a soft sigh and let the curtain fall back into place. Then she turned and walked slowly to the far

corner of the room. Her fingers moved over the small wooden shelf there until she found what she was

looking for a container of powdered herbs.

She opened it and poured a bit into her palm. Then she opened a second container and added a different

kind of powder. Together, they formed a light mix that shimmered faintly in the low light.

Agatha turned back to the center of the room.

“I know you’re here,” she said aloud, her voice strong and clear. “I can feel you.”

The room stayed silent, but still, she knew it wasn’t truly empty. She could feel it.

“If you come in peace,” she continued, “then show yourself. But if your heart holds evil, I command you to leave this place–and never return.”

With that, she blew the powder into the air. It floated like mist through the room, hanging above the floor before slowly falling. Some of it caught in her throat, and she coughed lightly, waving her hand to clear it.

She waited.

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO.

Nothing happened.

Agatha turned, ready to walk back to her seat.

But then a deep voice rang out behind her.

“You were supposed to protect the boy.”

She froze.

Her eyes widened slightly, and then she let out a soft breath. Slowly, she turned around.

A figure stood at the center of the room. He was tall and regal, glowing faintly in the dim light. Though clearly a ghost, he looked solid enough to touch. His long royal blue cape shimmered with silver threads, and a silver crescent moon held it together at his neck. Beneath it, he wore armor that gleamed, and on his head rested a crown of gold decorated with glowing moonstones.

His face was strong and proud–but his eyes held deep sorrow.

Agatha’s voice was low and even. “Leander.”

The ghost of the Wolf King stood silent, just staring back at her.

“I should have known it was you,” she said.

“You haven’t answered my question,” King Leander replied, his voice steady and full of power.

“It wasn’t a question, Leander,” Agatha replied. “It was an accusation.”

She took a deep breath. “And what does it look like I’m doing?”

The ghost narrowed his eyes. “Why haven’t you told him the truth?”

“Because it isn’t time.”

“We do not have time!” King Leander snapped, stepping forward. “Every second you delay puts him in more danger. You know this.”

Agatha didn’t move. Her grip tightened around the shawl draped over her shoulders.

“I know,” she said softly. “But don’t forget–it was your delay that caused this whole mess, Leander.”

The ghost growled, a low and haunting sound. The air grew colder around him, and the light flickered.

Agatha didn’t back away. She winced slightly and pressed a hand to her side, then took a careful step forward.

“I’m trying to protect him.”

His eyes flared. “Just like you protected his mother?”

That hit harder than any blade.

Agatha stiffened. Her shoulders tensed, and she blinked away the tears that gathered in her eyes.

“I’m well aware of my mistakes, Leander,” she whispered. “I’ve carried them longer than you care to know. I don’t need you or anyone reminding me of what I’ve done. I made one mistake, and that one mistake led to a thousand more.”

Her voice grew stronger now.

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

“But what about you, Leander? You made a thousand mistakes all on your own. Do not stand there and judge me for doing what i thought was right”

“What you thought was right,” the ghost said bitterly. “You failed once, Athens Dorft fail again. Test him the

truth.”

Agatha squared her shoulders and fixed him with a glare. “It’s Agatha, Athena is dead, Leander if you want, I can take you to her grave so you can see where she was buried. Agatha, on the other hand, is still very much alive. In flesh and blood. So I beg of you, Leander, do not go digging up a dead woman. Allow her to rest in

peace.”

The ghost met her glare. “Whatever name you choose to answer to is of no concern to me, Athena, But you

will not drag the boy into it. Tell him the truth”

Agatha shook her head. “No. Not yet. Not when he’s this vulnerable”

“You’re running out of time.”

“I know,” she snapped, the pain in her voice finally breaking through. “But listen to me–he is already being hunted, haunted, and tested by your past. He’s paying for your sins, Leander”

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“If he knows the truth now, it will crush him. They’re already after him, Leander”

King Leander looked away, his expression filled with something between guilt and grief.

Agatha kept going.

“The darkness chasing him is not just strong–it’s ancient. Deep. It’s bigger than him, bigger than either of us.

And then there’s also the mortal enemy. Maybe..” Her voice faltered. “Maybe he was never meant to come

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