Morvane sat on the edge of his bed, the weight of the frame heavy in his hands as he stared at the gems. The room was dark, only a faint sliver of moonlight filtering through the window. His mind raced as he turned the frame over and over, his gaze flicking from one gem to the other, each one pulsing softly with power. He knew which one the old man had pointed to—the one with the ability to open a portal and send him back in time. The idea was simple, almost too simple. Go back, change the course of events, and stop the prophecy before it could even begin.
But the choice was far from simple. The prophecy had said he would kill Hiraya, and to do that, he would have to erase everything—everything that made her who she was. He would destroy the very person who had become his ally, his friend, and perhaps even something more. Could he really live with that?
