"No way. I can not marry you," Angela stepped back with a frown. She didn't understand why the moon goddess would choose her of all people. The prophecy had already made many come after her, seeking immortality. Now she wondered if more would follow after this man who called himself the Patriarch. "I don't know what you saw in that prophecy, but there is nothing true about it."
"The prophecy was given by your grandmother. She made you very special, I must say," the Patriarch said with a smirk. He stepped closer until he stood right before her. Lifting her chin with his cold fingers, he whispered, "Many people, including I, thought it was a bluff. After all, who would give such power to a girl?"
