Caelan woke up on the shore, his head pounding. He saw Elara beside him, shivering, looking at him with sad, tear-filled eyes. In her hand was the pearl, which she was clutching to her chest.
“It’s you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You are the one from the prophecy. You are the Keeper’s spirit reborn.”
“I know,” she said, her voice broken. “I saw it. I know everything. I know you never loved me. You only used me to find this.”
He closed his eyes, a look of shame on his face. “You’re right,” he admitted. “That’s why I came. My family has been cursed by this for a thousand years. We’re r