The Librarian’s Prophecy

Ravertine Rivene’s gasped as she shook the vision, her determination was as unyielding as the jagged dunes encircling the Totem Library. Outside her window, the endless expanse of the Great Lands whispered secrets carried on the wind. The location of the Library remained undisclosed, concealed as fiercely as the prophecies it housed. The horizon shimmered with a mirage of ancient truths and uncharted destinies, none more urgent than the prophecy etched into the very book before her.

Her fingers, marked by swirling runes in the colours of her Totem Spirit, trembled ever so slightly as she traced the intricate markings on the parchment. The rough texture of the aged pages anchored her to the moment, even as the words shifted under her gaze, appearing and disappearing like whispers from the past and future. Each symbol bore a weight that pressed down on her like the unrelenting march of fate.

The room was silent, save for the faint hum of power within the Library’s walls. The flicker of faux candlelight danced on the high shelves that encased the knowledge of ages. As a Totem Librarian, Ravertine had seen and safeguarded secrets that shaped nations. She had silenced storms and summoned Alphas who would become legends. But now, in the quiet solitude of her study, she faced a truth she could not rewrite. Her time was drawing near—a conclusion foretold by the very book she now held. The ability to see the future, as clear as ink on parchment, was a gift unique to her kind, but it was also a curse.

Ravertine’s abilities were unparalleled. She possessed the rare and coveted power to peer into the mists of time, deciphering the ebb and flow of centuries yet to come. It was this gift that enabled her to identify the future Alphas of the Lion and Elephant Totems: Sheba Zulu and Ayeko Onko. She had reached out to them in their formative years, forging alliances that would later stand as a united front against tyranny. Together, their bond became one of trust, friendship, and an unwavering vision for a future untainted by darkness.

But darkness was what they fought. The Knights of Xavier had descended into barbarism, their acts stripped of any chivalry they might have once claimed. They murdered mates in cold blood, revelled in chaos, and ruled under Alpha law with an insatiable lust for power. Ravertine had foreseen her own life perilously entwined with their atrocities. The threads of fate wove her destiny into a tapestry of sacrifice and rebellion.

Flanked by Sheba and Ayeko, Ravertine led the Totem Guard, a coalition of strength and hope for those oppressed under the Knights’ dominion. The Totem War, she vowed, would be the last war ever fought. And though the pages of the Totem Chronicle whispered her impending death, she refused to bow to it. Instead, she planned to meet her fate on her terms.

Her resolve burned as brightly as the flames that forged Totem Hunter weapons. If her life was the price to save the world, she would pay it willingly. True legacies, she knew, weren’t etched in quiet margins but in the bold defiance of those who dared to change the inevitable.

“Hello, my love.”

The voice, rich and deep, broke her reverie speaking an ancient language that had long died. She looked up, and there he stood—Xavier. His strong jaw, warm eyes, and broad shoulders filled the doorway like a vision of stability in her chaotic world. He was her sun, and she the earth that revolved around him. Always him.

Her chest tightened. He shouldn’t have been here. He had no place in the sanctum of the Totem Library, a space sacred and forbidden to non-Librarians. But Ravertine didn’t care. Her love for him burned brightly, unyielding against the rules and the warnings. He was her mate, the other half of her soul, and that bond transcended logic or reason. It shouldn’t be possible, however mates were something not even her ability could explain or avoid.

She rose slowly as he crossed the room to her. His dark features flickered in the warm light, his presence solid and unshakeable. The moment he reached her, his arms enveloped her, pulling her close. His kiss on her cheek was tender but urgent, a silent declaration of devotion. She never allowed him to kiss her lips, she couldn’t knowing the future she was going to create. He caressed her bare arms, every touch a whisper of his hopes, dreams, and aspirations seemed to pour into her with every brush of his lips, his love unwavering and pure. Ravertine smiled against his gentle ministrations, her heart aching with what she knew was to come.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, his voice laced with longing as he gazed down lovingly, she always got lost in his eyes, the sparkle of them.

“And I, you,” she replied softly, gazing up at him. For a moment, she allowed herself to revel in his closeness, to let his strength bolster her fraying resolve. Maybe she didn’t have to do this, maybe there was another way. Who was she kidding, the only way was through.

Yet the weight of her plan pressed against her mind. She knew what she was doing was reckless, even cruel. Xavier didn’t know what she had foreseen, and she couldn’t tell him. He would hate her for it—she knew this as surely as she knew the sun would rise. But she also knew he would endure, because he was loyal to her in a way no one else could be. They were mates, two sides of the same coin, bound by fate and love.

“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, her voice trembling, speaking the truth as she bit back a sob. Xavier’s brows furrowed, concern flickering in his warm eyes. “Don’t say that, Rav. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.” He tilts her chin up and she can see the hunger in his eyes, it reflected in hers, she wanted him, mind, body and soul.

She smiled at him, but it was a bittersweet, laced with the knowledge of what she had to do. The suffering he would endure, the choices she would force upon him—it was unavoidable. But if the world was to be saved, only he could shoulder the burden. Only her mate could carry the weight of her plan.

For now, she allowed herself this brief moment of solace, her hands gripping his arms as if to memorise the feel of him. She removed her robe baring her body, her core clenching at the intense perusal of his gaze. He worshiped her she could feel the adoration through the bond and like a succubus she fed on his love because soon, everything would change. Soon, he would hate her.