You never believed in prophecies—until the day Eliza Taylor appeared in your life, glowing under the soft moonlight in the clearing behind your apartment. She looked out of place yet perfectly at ease, like someone who had walked straight out of a legend.

“Eliza?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly. She turned, her eyes scanning you as if she could see the threads of your soul.

“You’re the one,” she said simply, holding out a hand. “The prophecy… it says we’re partners. Together, we save the world.”

You blinked, heart racing. “Wait, save the world? You mean like… superheroes?”

She smiled faintly, but her eyes were serious. “No. Something older. Something darker. The world is on the brink, and if we don’t stop it, everything—everyone—will be lost.”

Before you could respond, the ground beneath your feet trembled. Shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls of the clearing, curling like smoke. You realized then that this wasn’t just some story—this was real. And Eliza… she wasn’t just a girl. She was the girl you’d been unknowingly waiting for.

Over the next few days, she taught you to harness powers you didn’t know you had. Fire that could singe shadows without burning light. A whisper that could bend the wind. She trained you tirelessly, her determination both inspiring and terrifying.

But it wasn’t just about fighting darkness—it was about trust. Every time you faltered, she was there, guiding you. Every time she feared for your safety, you caught her gaze, and suddenly the prophecy didn’t feel like a burden—it felt like destiny.

One night, as the final battle drew near, you both stood atop a cliff overlooking a city swallowed by unnatural storms. “This is it,” Eliza said, gripping your hand. “No more running. No more hiding.”

You nodded. “Together?”

“Together,” she affirmed.