I stood in the center of a council chamber I had never seen before. A vast library lined the walls, interspersed with decorated frames and ornate mirrors. A great vaulted ceiling rose overhead, embellished with intricate carvings and painted in exquisite detail. Across the empty space before me was an elaborate table that seated six leaders of High Council, my executioners.
No, not executioners. I was being absurd, surely. How bad can the punishment be for what I've done?
Guards stood behind me, within arm's reach on either side. To the left of them were council members, and as I glanced right, in walked the dark stranger who'd come into my life only days before I had managed to destroy it.
Chevelle stood at attention, facing the council table. He did not acknowledge me.
I could hear others enter behind us, presumably witnesses, and I wondered if my tutor—my only possible ally in this ordeal—was among them.
Even she might not be able to save me from this fate. It's over, the voice in my head kept telling me. This is it. But I was getting ahead of myself.
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Frey
FantasyUnaware she's been bound from using magic, Frey leads a small, miserable life in the village where she's sent after the death of her mother. But a tiny spark starts a fury of changes and she finds herself running from everything she's ever known. Hu...
