Fighting Fate
"Here!"
My head snapped up, I glanced at Ben, our eyes met, then we rushed to Newt. The gangly professor was leaning over a scripture so old, the pages had coloured yellow. It was in a language I didn't understand, but Newt readout so fast it may as well have been English.
"The Valderian, a warrior born every six years destined to find the stone cup."
I glanced at Ben, confused.
"I'm lost. What are we meant to bring them?"