Mated to the Night Wolf
I retorted with a sigh.
Her eyes flashed to mine, "The Mage Council cares less about Wars designed over land and resources," she snapped, hobbling away. "We were created for one war, and one war only. But the essence of that war is long gone. The prophecies spoke of a last and she was born and then she died. And now, the Council rests."
"And yet here you still remain."
Her gaze snapped to mine, her blind eyes holding mine hostage.
"You see glimpses of the past, present, and Future. Tell me, Elder, what futures have you seen?"