Prologue
She floated in the air.
Her arms stretched out. Her tanned face lifted towards the heavens.
Her eyes tightly shut. Her dark hair danced in the strong winds.
The sun blazed hotter than it had in weeks, each day surpassing the last.
As if the very land of witches and wolves was bearing the brunt of her grief.
The agony that bled through her veins.
For anyone who didnโt know who she was, and what she was doing, would easily assume her to be some magical creature, enjoying the sun.
But that would be far from the truth.
While she was a magical creature alright, she was not burning in the cruel heat of the sun to bask in its warmth.
No.
She was praying.
Summoning the gods of heavens.
Seeking the strength to fight the power like no other.
So she could kill the evil king.
