Prolog
I didn’t know where I was heading, but I knew I had to get away from this place. This place. It was weird calling it that, since it had been my home for the last twenty one years. But when your own parents are trying to kill you, you move. And you move quickly. I ran as fast as i could between the trees, gooing zigzag while arrows shooting past my head. People shouting behind me, the constant feeling of being caught up with. That morning when breakfast had arrived, and the tea was spitting back at me as I poured it in my cup, I had known that something was amissed. But I coulndt know for sure what was happening. Last night we had celebrated my twenty first birthday. It had been fun, a lot of dancing and wine. It was only when I went downstairs to see my mother that I remembered what my governess had told me years ago. A story I had thought were myths, fairytales from another time, but that I now understood had been a warning.
When the first born daughter turns twenty one and there is no signs of her powers, she must die. The blood running from her beheaded neck will be drunken by her younger siblings, and then they will be the next in line to beheld the powers.
So I fled. With nothing but my dagger. Gifted to me by my governess.
