Page 85 of Hunting for her Heart
She nods and bites her lip as she stares up into his eyes.
Movement by her foot catches my attention, and I step forward, unsure what it is. The ground around her is scorched black from the fire, but spreading out from under her feet is something green.
My brow furrows as I watch as blades of grass start to appear.
“What on earth?” I whisper as the others turn to see where I’m looking. Bo pulls Willow away, and where her feet had been is now grass, in a bright shade of green. It starts to slowly spread out until there is a two foot circle of grass where she’d just been standing.
We all just stare at it in silence. Did the magic we sought have nothing to do with the flint, but the fire itself? Is there something about fire in this land that is… magical?
How would we be able to take that back to Redmere?
“I don’t understand,” Willow says, mirroring my thoughts. “I thought it was the flint rock that had the magic?”
She glances up at Bo and asks, “Can you recite the prophecy again?”
“What are you thinking?” Hawk asks her.
“I just need to hear it again.”
He nods and starts to speak it aloud as we all stare at the grass and listen.
“Found in ruin, long concealed,
What once was lost can soon be healed.
If seized with strength and not destroyed,
It will save your land, and heal the void.
Go beyond the world you know,
Way up high, where love does grow.
Found in a forest near the highest peak,
Will be the saving grace you seek.
Break it not, nor cast aside,
For all your names are bound inside.
Taken whole and carried through,
Its purpose wakes when claimed by you.
From theft or harm, you must guard it true,
And all will be whole, your land and you.”
I gasp,my eyes widening in realization as I listen to the words I’ve had memorized for fifteen years. Suddenly, as I stare into the eyes of my fated mate, they take on a whole new meaning.
“What is it?” Bo asks when he looks at me. “You’ve figured it out. Tell us.”
“I have,” I say as I glance at all three of them, stepping closer. I pull Willow gently against me and trail a finger up her cheek.
“Uh… Ronan? Are you okay?” she asks, looking a little unsure.
“Do you trust me?”
