't sleep t

remade at once. The burn on her shoulder had ceased to throb, but its echo pu

ht. The cold night air produced a subtle billowing of his coat,

ri

?" he asked, no

sed against the chill. Didn't want to

vis

eaming. Fire. A throne made

echoes of who you might become. The mark is your bloodline stirr

s that ev

u're being c

stled the trees like whispers

elonged to your mother. She asked me t

lsed through her palm, up her wrist, and straight into her chest. The cr

Kael said. "It's bo

lara asked, her voice

tensed. "But her o

wh

you. Even if

"Why would she tr

e," he said, voice tight.

nd the creaking of the trees and the distant cry of

ne," Elara whispered. "

re than exile. More than fear. You come from two lines

this prophecy s

r save this world.

hen, Elara th

shoulder pulsed again. She winced,

move," Kael s

t him, start

een the mark. Felt the blood m

we were

the veils thin. And

es, pulling a key from around h

life in the mortal world-school, the loneliness, the small

nd pulled out a leather satchel. "Food.

?" she

revealed," he said. "The path to El

-do

space. Where your people-our people-still li