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Forks High School was quiet under the overcast sky, but Raiko could feel the tremble in the air.
It wasn't from a storm.
It was prophecy.
In the depths of her subconscious, something ancient and chained was beginning to scream.
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The library's oldest wing hadn't been touched in decades. Dust clung to the books like jealous spirits. Raiko, Alice, and Rosalie stepped over fallen shelves, their boots thudding softly against rotted floorboards.
Alice held a sealed scroll they found buried beneath the Cullen estate's foundations. It pulsed with violet energy, glowing brighter in Raiko's hand.
She unrolled it.
The writing shimmered, rearranged itself, and settled into a strange mix of Japanese and Quileute glyphs.
"Your name's in here," Rosalie said, voice low.
Raiko read aloud: She who bears the storm, marked by lightning's grace, shall wake the Eater of Divinity unless the stars are sundered first.
She froze.
"Eater of Divinity?"
Alice's pupils dilated, "I saw it."
Rosalie tensed. "What did you see?"
Alice whispered, "A mouth in the sky. Swallowing suns."
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Elsewhere, deep under Volterra, the Volturi council shivered.
Aro stood before a shattered obsidian mirror.
It had shown him Raiko.
Now, it only showed lightning.
"A divine-class soul has entered the mortal realm," he muttered.
Caius snarled. "We must destroy her."
Marcus, the quietest of them, simply said, "We're already too late."
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Raiko stood on the school's rooftop as thunder growled.
"Why now?" she whispered.
From behind, Bella stepped forward. Her aura shimmered oddly.
"I don't know who or what you are," Bella said, eyes distant, "but you're not alone."
Raiko turned. "You see it too?"
Bella nodded. "In dreams. In the space between seconds. There's a storm coming... for you."
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That night, Raiko's sleep broke violently.
She stood in a crystal temple, surrounded by mirrors.
Each mirror showed a version of herself: child, warrior, empress, broken god.
One stepped forward — eyes black with galaxies.
"The prophecy isn't about stopping them," said the reflection.
"It's about deciding what kind of goddess you become."
Raiko screamed.
She woke up in Alice's arms.
"You saw it again," Alice whispered, brushing her hair back.
Raiko nodded.
"I'm not ready."
Rosalie stood in the doorway, her presence solid and grounding.
"You will be," she said. "We'll make sure of it."
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Meanwhile, under the town of Forks, a heartbeat echoed in stone.
A creature born before light stirred in the dark.
It smiled.
It remembered the girl who became thunder and it hungered.