As Kingpin took a moment to breathe, he felt a gentle touch on his arm. Turning, he found himself face-to-face with a woman of ethereal beauty, her eyes sparkling with the wisdom of ages. It was Asa’s daughter, Liora
“You’ve grown,” she said, her voice filled with warmth, but also a hint of authority. Kingpin nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He remembered her when her father came to get a reading from Eshe
She was so tiny and he was barely twelve he was kind of mystified
“Your father has spoken highly of you,” Kingpin replied, taking a moment to study her.
The resemblance between Asa and Liora was striking, they did not resemble at all , he was pale white with terrible skin and she was brown with a flawless complexion but it was her aura, reminiscent of Eshe, that captured his attention.
Liora chuckled, “He has a tendency to exaggerate, but I’m grateful for his trust.”
The two engaged in a deep conversation, finding common ground in their shared vision for the future.
As they talked, Kingpin found himself drawn to her conviction and strength. In her, he saw the embodiment of the prophecy Eshe had spoken of.
As the night deepened, Asa watched from a distance, his heart swelling with pride.
The prophecy was unfolding before his eyes. His daughter was not just a leader by birthright, but by destiny. And Kingpin, the boy he had watched grow up, was the key to it all.