Claire knelt beside the crib, her fingers brushing lightly over the soft blanket. Her face was gentle, but behind her calm gaze, a quiet tension flickered—like snow hiding a wildfire underneath.
Her son—the child born from blood, sacrifice, and an impossible love—lay perfectly still, his wide, glass-clear eyes staring out the window at the rolling clouds.
Then, slowly, he lifted one small hand and pointed toward the distant horizon.
Claire's heart clenched.
He was about to speak. For the first time.
She didn't breathe.
She had waited a whole year for this. She imagined his first word would be "Mama" or a soft baby babble.
But now, something felt different.
The air around her grew heavier—not dark, but charged, like the pause before lightning strikes.
She couldn't blink. She didn't dare.
Something inside her whispered: This child's voice will not just shape her life… it will shape reality.
Outside, storm clouds coiled like serpents, pressing down on the sky until it kissed the earth.
Inside, the world stood still.
Time felt frozen, like the entire universe was holding its breath to hear what this child had to say.
Claire knelt there like a pilgrim at the edge of a sacred altar—And her son?He wasn't just a boy.
He was a dormant star core, waiting to detonate.
Then…
The child opened his mouth.
And in a soft, innocent voice that somehow sounded older than the stars, he spoke:
"He's on his way back."
Claire froze.
Her pulse roared in her ears.
She turned her head slowly toward the window—
Just in time to see the sky split open with a thin streak of golden light.
A wind, warm and timeless, swept through the room.
Not from this world.
And not alone.
🎬 [End of Chapter 29 – The Child Speaks Fate]