Page 38 of Heiress of Fire

“You knew,” Davina muttered.

“Knew what?” Caleb asked as his voice cracked.

“I knew,” Abigail said. “I knew you’d be the Captain the moment you manifested your purple fire at your activation ceremony.”

“Did you know that we would be chosen too?” Leilani asked.

“When I was instituted as Master, he informed me of eight exceptional individuals. All with different powers, different islands, and different families,” Abigail responded. “He was the one who guided me to you. Or better said, guided you to me.”

How could the King choose her as Captain of the Island Protectors? How could she possibly even be a part of the Island Protectors?

“There is no need for you to wait until the Soldatus ceremony in one month. You are a Soldier from now on, but above all else, you are Captain,” Abigail explained before she bowed at Davina. “Welcome to the army, Captain Almenara. I will make sure that you are provided with your uniform, emblem, and sword.”

Davina let out a shaky breath before sending Abigail a smile, which was more of a grimace.

“As for you, Miss Montero, I would suggest attending your activation ceremony and doing an intensive training of seven months. In the next Soldatus ceremony, you will receive what is rightfully yours.”

“Okay,” Cara replied.

“Who wants to be the first to start the search for their armor?” Abigail raised a brow as she studied the newly instituted Island Protectors.

“Me.” Beacon lifted his hand.

“Do you know how we can find our armor?” Davina asked.

“I do.” Abigail smirked as she nodded once.

“Come on, Master, tell us,” Caleb said.

“You must all go to the island that fuels your power,” Abigail began. “That is all I can tell you.”

“Ah, come on, you can’t do that to us,” Caleb complained.

“Is there a chronological order we must follow?” Leilani questioned.

“There’s no order,” Abigail answered. “If you want to be there with your friends while they search, you may accompany them, or they could head on over to their island by themselves. What matters most is that you find your armor as soon as possible. If not, then you will automatically show irresponsibility and will be considered unfit to fight in the war.”

Loud shuffling echoed throughout the hallway. A Mistran young man arrived with widened eyes, nearing Master Abigail. The Master simply turned to the Mistran messenger with calm eyes despite his stressful demeanor.

“Yes?” The Master asked.

“I was sent by Aurisan Chief Leader Sigmis to inform Master Abigail of the volcanic activity in the Desolate Highlands,” the Mistran young man stuttered. “The volcano is emitting gas and ash.”

It was then that Davina recognized him as the young man who delivered the news of the Predator attacks a few weeks ago before she was confronted by the Predators and met Cara.

“The Desolate Highlands? But that volcano was determined to never erupt again since the drainage of its magma when the Revolt began,” Beacon questioned.

“The Chief Leaders speculate that the Predators are at fault,” the Mistran informed. “They are waiting for you, Master, in the Grand Archives.”

“Go ahead, young man. Inform the Chief Leaders that I will arrive soon.” Master Abigail nodded. The Mistran messenger ran back the same way that he arrived.

“Should we be worried, Master?” Davina asked.

Abigail shook her head. “It will make sense in a few days.”

Davina quirked up a brow.

“Do we still continue the search for our armor?” Beacon asked.

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