ATHENA

I felt like I was being walked to my death. I had done everything in my power to prevent this union, which undoubtedly wasn’t very much. My words fell on deaf ears, my actions viewed as acting out. I couldn’t fathom that I was nothing but a pawn to end the threats of war between the magics and the mortals.

Everything happened so quickly.

The whispers that Henry Zyte, the only child and son to carry the Zyte name, had fallen ill, took over The Grove. Everyone was speaking on it. At first we offered our condolences to Father and Mother Zyte, offered services for upkeep of their home, and personal care for Henry and his mother. Even offered our men to search for an Inini Man, as he was more likely to find a natural cure.

They searched from sunrise to sunset, leaving their people for days at a time. When they did return, it was nothing but disappointment spewing from their lips. Father Zyte begged the coven leaders for magic healing. He fell to his knees and bowed to us all like we wer