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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE

The witch studies me, “There have been numerous prophecies recorded about the Righs over time but there was one that was recorded by a Righ who was born to a Seer and a witch. You can call it a curse or a prophecy.”

I instantly remember what I saw. The memory of the battlefield. The woman who was held down, screaming.

My blood turns to ice as I recall that memory. It still gives me nightmares.

“The downfall of the elves. From the hands of the weakest of the Righs. And right now,” the witch looks at me, “no offence, but you are the weakest Righ there is.”

I’m being hit by so many curveballs that getting my feelings hurt is at the bottom of the list right now.

“It’s funny that you think I’m going to bring about the downfall of the elves when I can’t even protect myself or use my abilities.”

My voice is tight with barely restrained anger.

“The stars have aligned and the stars have never lied before,” the witch says, easily. “The time is drawing nearer for the final battle.”

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