The world of the homancats 2

Previously

…Pearl looked at her mother, her eyes wide with a dawning understanding. Lyra’s strength, her defiance, had held the spirit at bay, for now. But the prophecy remained, a shadow cast over their lives. The separation, the journey to another world, was not a matter of if, but when. And Pearl knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that her own journey was inextricably linked to this mysterious arrival, to the blue child, and to the dark spirit that stalked the edges of their world. The whispers of the prophecy had become a roar, and the quiet village of Hamptom would never feel the same again.