Luna De Fuego Caelum
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Isaac stayed silent for just a few moments longer, allowing the reappearance of the sun to answer Bianca's questions. Then, he carefully unfolded a small pouch, withdrawing a miniscule leather-bound book that was engraved with a mark identical to the girl's. He watched her watching him, eyes tracing back between the book and her face as if linking the two in an impossible attempt.
"Dove in spring, hawk in fall. Beware, beware, The Hunter will call. Draw blood for the homeland, one for the heart. One for the sky before the clouds will part."
Isaac flipped his knife absentmindedly, relief flowing in. So his guess had been right. Deciphering ancient prophecies had never been his forte, but this one seemed simple enough.
"You know," began Isaac again, "they used to call me the hunter. Once they connected the book, your mark, and mine..."
In response to the disbelief that flitted across Bianca's face, Isaac pushed up his own sleeve, letting his skin catch the last dregs of sunlight. Barely visible, the Sol mark glowed. Connecting the three.