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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 41 – 50
Written By Dejay
The Cloaked Flame
The flames danced beneath the ancient pot of sight, casting an unnatural glow against the cold stone walls of Surganah’s chamber.
The scent of burnt herbs and bone dust filled the air, swirling with a heavy silence that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Surganah stood before it, eyes sharp, jaw clenched. For days, the question had festered in his mind like poison.
Audrey was pregnant.
And he needed to know — was the child his… or Gaige’s?
His voice thundered into the room, “Tell me what lies in Audrey’s womb. Reveal the child to me.”
The pot responded at first with a low hum, glowing brighter as its enchanted mist spiraled upward, thick and vibrant with unseen energy.
Shapes formed, blurred, and vanished. The air shifted. But the visions would not hold.
Surganah narrowed his eyes. “What do you see?”
The pot spoke — not with images, but with words, like an old spirit exhaling prophecy:
“The child is hidden… veiled by power beyond me. I cannot see.”
Surganah’s lips curled with disbelief. “You cannot see? You, who have shown me kingdoms and deaths and destinies?”
“The child is cloaked,” the voice repeated, deeper now, filled with something that sounded dangerously close to fear. “No spirit can pierce the veil — not now. But hear me well, Surganah.”
The pot’s glow flared green, then deepened into red.
“If this child belongs to Gaige… you will have raised your undoing. A flame forged from the ashes of the Alpha you murdered. A spirit born of vengeance and legacy. A power that will rise against you, with fangs you cannot break.”
Surganah’s breath caught.
“You will raise your own destroyer.”
A silence followed. Heavy. Ancient. Final.
But Surganah wasn’t ready to accept that.
“No,” he snapped, voice trembling with fury. “What if the child is mine? Have you grown blind to my power now? Have you forgotten who I am?”
The pot did not respond.
His voice dropped to a hiss. “I’ve mated with many — werewolf and human. None ever conceived. If this child is mine… then it is a miracle. My legacy. My heir. The bloodline of Surganah will finally live on.”
Still, the pot remained silent — as if it feared to speak further.
Surganah took a long breath. Then, with forced calm, he turned away from the pot and said coldly, “Then I will wait. When the child is born, I will bring it here myself. You will see it with your own eye. And you will tell me then.”
His cloak swept the stone floor as he exited the chamber, his boots echoing in the shadows.
But the pot continued to glow faintly behind him — pulsing like a warning heart — as if the very world waited to see whether this child would be hope…
…or doom.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 41 – 50
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