The Alpha King's Breeder
“Only his sister can power it. It’s her gift. He used her powers eleven years ago to charge it, overthrowing Atticus as head of the coven. But the orrery is running out of power. He’s getting weaker. Our powers as mystics can only help him so much. He needs her and will tear your uncle's kingdom apart to find her. He thought he could use you, or Princess Misty, but he needs a specific… skill set.”
“What can she do–”
The mystic pulls a dagger from her cloak and screams, sending it through her own heart.
I rush away from her, my chest squeezing tight.
Her eyes go dim as she collapses.
My powers retreat. The sun shines again, covering the ashen clearing in streams of gold.
The mystic’s chest ri
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