The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342: The trials of echoes...

Lyla

Nanny stiffened. "Lyla, don’t say a word. We’re leaving."

I put a hand on her arm. "Wait." Suddenly curious about Circe’s sudden change in tone. I turned back to her. "If Ramsey knew about the babies, it would complicate things."

Circe nodded. "Yeah. That sounds right. He’s too selfless and good for this world and us. Like it or not, Lyla... Ramsey’s too good for you."

"And you don’t like that?" Nanny snapped.

Circe gave a contemplative stare and shook her head. "If he finds out, he’d never let you fight, lead, train or do half the things you’re supposed to do. He’d wrap you in a cocoon and call it love."

For a moment, none of us said anything. There was a wistful smile on Circe’s face as she stared into the distance. After a while, she turned back to me.

"You’re carrying two babies, Lyla." Her eyes shifted to my stomach. "Wow, it’s true. You’re carrying boys, Lyla. Eldric would have no choice but fall in love with you. You’ll be the first woman to bear sons without years of waiting. You will rule our world with them by your side."

"What?" I stared at her, confused. "What are you talking about?"

She reached into her pocket and tossed a small package toward me. "Peppermint mixed with ginger. It helps with morning sickness."

Nanny snatched the package from my hands before I could examine it. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "Is this poisoned?"

Circe stood, considering us for a moment before sighing. "I’m doing it because it’s my role in your destiny."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

She looked me in the eye. "There’s something you need to do before the twin moon rises."

Nanny’s face turned pale. "No. She can’t. I forbid it. That is not what I asked you."

"What is it?" I asked, ignoring Nanny’s warning glance.

"You must undergo the Trial of Echoes or as we call it ’The Veilwalk" Circe replied.

"No!" Nanny shouted. "She can’t do it!"

Circe rolled her eyes. "Mothers," she muttered. "Even as a High Priestess, you had to endure trials before claiming your position. You more than anyone know power doesn’t just fall into your lap," she reminded Nanny.

"That is not necessary. She can control herself," Nanny reiterated.

"And lose control like Neriah," Circe sighed tiredly. "For Lyla to embrace the power of her pheromones, she must undertake this test and learn control. She must understand her purpose."

"What exactly is the Trial of Echoes?" I asked.

"It’s called the Veilwalk because you’ll walk through the memories of every Moonsinger who came before you. From the last one... to the very first. You will see their lives, you will experience their triumphs, their failures and most importantly, how they used their powers."

"That sounds... intense," I said, unable to hide my interest despite Nanny’s obvious disapproval. "I thought I already did that for Neriah’s sword."

"It is," Circe confirmed. "And potentially dangerous. Your mind will travel through time while your body remains in the present. Some who undertake the trial never return to themselves—they become lost in the echoes of past lives. But all the Moonsingers passed it eventually."

"That is why she must not do it. She’s pregnant. It’s too dangerous," Nanny declared.

"It’s necessary," Circe snapped. "She’s Moonsinger, Mother. You think she can go into battle half-trained, her pheromones flaring like wildfire? She has to learn control. She has to learn her purpose and, most importantly, how to use it without fueling the Dark One’s power."

"We have warriors, we can do this another way," Nanny sounded so desperate that it broke my heart. "Lyla... look at me."

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