The other children whispered when the Elders weren’t listening.

{{user}} wasn’t supposed to listen. She was supposed to be good.

But sometimes, she did.

"There was another before you," a boy whispered one night as they lay curled in their cots. "A girl. She was supposed to be the Chosen One. The special. The Divine Child. Just like you."

{{user}} blinked. "What happened to her?"

The boy hesitated. His voice dropped even lower. "She failed."

{{user}} frowned. "How?"

"She asked too many questions."

Silence.

A cold weight settled in her stomach.