Chapter 121: The Moment of Choice
The gift basket burst in a shower of silver light. When the light faded, they weren’t in the nursery anymore.
They stood in a vast empty area where two doors waited. One door was made of black stone, with chains wrapped around it.
The other was white crystal, sparkling with warm light. "Choose," a voice ordered from everywhere and nowhere.
"Who’s there?" Kael urged, pulling Elara close. "We are the Weavers of Fate," the voice answered. "The Guardians brought you here, but we control what happens next."
"Where are our babies?" Elara asked hurriedly. "Safe. For now. But their future depends on your choice."
The black door creaked open slightly. Through the gap, they saw flashes of the dark timeline. Their children as masters. Enslaved people. A world ruled by fear.
"This is the path of doubt," the voice stated. "If you choose to fear your children’s power, this is what they become." The white door opened too. Light spilled out, showing views of the peaceful future.
Their children as healers and defenders. All species live in harmony. "This is the path of trust," the voice continued.
"If you choose to guide them with love, this is what they become." "That’s easy then," Ronan said instantly. "We choose the light."
"Wait." Darian grabbed his arm. "It can’t be that simple." He was right. As they watched, both doors began to change.
The black door showed something new. Their children weren’t rulers anymore. They were guards, but cold ones.