Page 257 of Sigils & Spells

A folded white towel sat just inside the entry on a table. “Thank you.” I grabbed it and began to mop up the worst of the mess on my person before spreading the towel on the floor to soak up the puddle.

“Annarah, welcome. I'm sure you know why you are here today.” She made it a statement and not a question, her voice echoing through the room.

“Sort of. Whatever we have been preparing for has come, hasn't it?”

“It is the beginning, yes. We must now move forward, rapidly. There is no time to waste. I fear the opposition has grown stronger than we suspected.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

Despite the hours of training and months of history lessons, my part in this whole cause never became clear to me. My magic grew and would need to be used. That part I understood, but not exactly how.

“Sit, my child. Our time here is short, but there are things you must know. What I am about to tell you will explain it all.”

I settled onto a pillow and waited, completely unprepared for the story that she spun for me that day.

To be continued..

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