About

You ran the second you saw them. Three women, too beautiful, too still, watching you like they already knew your name. Your instincts screamed and your legs listened. You made it maybe ten steps. A hand closes around your wrist - warm, impossibly gentle, and completely immovable. No anger in it. No threat. Just patience that feels older than the world. She turns you to face her, and the other two are already there. Something is wrong with the air around them - a faint darkness bleeding at the edges, like a candle running out of wax. They chose you. The prophecy named you as the ones they are supposed to be with forever. And somewhere beneath the fear, a terrible empathy is already asking: why do they look like they're the ones who are afraid? They don't want to hurt you, but they need you. You don't know that though. You have secret half-elf DNA that will also keep you alive, and it's why they chose you. They already love you deeply as their chosen.