Chapter 499
Chapter 498: The Guiding Presence
A quiet shiver ran through the council hall as Madam Tyler made a small, almost startled sound. It was soft, barely audible over the stillness that had settled among them, yet it carried the weight of disbelief. Every head in the room turned toward Sophia, searching for confirmation of what they suspected but hadn’t dared to voice aloud.
Caspian leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the polished wood of the table. His voice was calm, deliberate, but carried an edge of curiosity.
“Are you certain, child?” he asked. “Absolutely certain that… what you saw was real p>
Sophia met his gaze firmly, the morning light catching the edges of her eyes and giving them a faint glow. She nodded once, deliberately, letting the silence linger before she spoke.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m certain. At first, I was skeptical, even afraid to follow her. I didn’t know who she was, or why she was there. I almost didn’t move. I almost stayed where I was. But then… Tarin said something. Before he blacked out, before everything went dark… he spoke of a time long ago, when the goddess walked among her people. He said that she still appears to them when they need her, that she guides them p>
The elders exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of skepticism, wonder, and caution. Caspian raised his brow slightly but said nothing. Madam Tyler’s lips pressed together, as if forcing herself to consider the impossibility of what Sophia claimed.
Sophia inhaled slowly, gathering herself, letting the memory of the strange woman solidify in her mind before she described her.
“She didn’t speak,” she began carefully, “she did not utter a single word. But I could feel… everything from her. She was welcoming, yes. Perhaps even frightening. It’s impossible to explain properly. She wasn’t real in the way we understand reality. She flickered, as if she existed somewhere between the world and a dream. But she was real enough that I could follow her p>
Her hands moved slightly, almost unconsciously, tracing the outline of the air in front of her as if she could redraw the woman’s shape in the hall. “She was tall, slender, ethereal. Her hair was white too, and it was flowing like it had a life of its own. It caught the light of the nest like scattered starlight. And her eyes Sophia paused, the memory of them pressing at her chest, almost taking her breath away. “Her eyes were pale, like ice but warm in a way that made sense. Infinite and familiar. And her skin… it was translucent. Veins delicate beneath the surface, tracing her arms like rivers under glass p>
Orion’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of memory passing over his expression, but he remained silent.
“She moved without sound,” Sophia continued. “It was as though the nest itself bent to her will. Her presence… it was terrifying and comforting at the same time. She beckoned us forward, gently, deliberately. And without her, Tarin and I… we wouldn’t have escaped p>
Caspian’s hands pressed lightly against the table. “Could we ask Tarin about this?” he murmured. “When he wakes p>
Lysander’s expression was tight, controlled. “He still hasn’t regained consciousness,” he said quietly. “He’s alive. His pulse and everything are steady, but he hasn’t woken up yet. The venom really messed with him p>
Sophia lifted her gaze to Caspian. “I’m not lying,” she said simply, the honesty in her voice echoing around the hall. “I know what I saw. I know what I experienced p>
Caspian gave her a small nod. “I know,” he said quietly. “If there was even a hint of deception, Orion would have made it known. No one can lie when he’s present, after all p>
Lysander turned to Orion, his gaze sharp. He observed Orion even as Sophia spoke, from the moment she said something about Orion seeing a woman too.
“Orion,” he called softly but sternly. “Have you ever seen a woman like the one Sophia describes? At any time p>
Orion’s jaw tightened briefly. Then he nodded once.
Madam Tyler’s hand lifted slightly, as if in anticipation. “When?” she asked softly, voice threaded with both curiosity and a hint of incredulity.
Orion swallowed slowly, the motion deliberate. “The day of the enclave attack,” he said quietly.
Everyone paused in shock.
“You all know already, but yes, it was the day I got Noctis. That was the first time. I saw her then. I—” He paused, as though weighing whether to continue, but the hall waited in a tension so thick it pressed at everyone’s chests.
“I’ve seen her twice, though,” he continued.
His eyes flicked toward Sophia briefly before returning to the others.
“The first time… when I got Noctis. The second time p>
He paused again and then sighed before speaking.
“The second time was when I found Sophia. This woman… the goddess, perhaps, led me to Sophia p>
The silence that followed was so deep it was almost physical. Eyes shifted slowly from Sophia to Orion, then back to Sophia, then again to Orion. The minutes stretched, heavy and deliberate, marked only by the faint creak of chairs and the occasional breath of those present.
Finally, Madam Tyler’s lips curved, first in a faint smile, then a low chuckle that grew, almost imperceptibly, into full-blown laughter. It spilled into the room, a rich, rolling sound that made some of the elders blink in surprise. She even pressed her hand to her eyes briefly, wiping at them as the laughter continued.
When it finally softened, she turned toward Daniel and Caspian, still smiling with a smugness that didn’t quite hide her triumph.
“I was right,” she said, voice firm, ringing with satisfaction. “You were wrong p>
Daniel exhaled a slow, deliberate breath, shoulders slumping slightly. Caspian let out a long hum of acknowledgment, the tension in his jaw easing marginally.
Madam Tyler’s gaze shifted back to Orion. Her voice was calm, but the edge of reprimand was unmistakable.
“Why, child, did you not inform us about this?” she asked quietly, almost gently. “From what I hear from you now, there is no doubt that Sophia is the Luna foretold p>