Meeting Artemis
Harold stood there in his night robe, he ran his hand through his thick dirty blond hair and parts of it stood up in a disheveled fashion. He could not believe what he was hearing. “You saw her say that? How?” “I do not know how I do it, but I have begun being able to go to places. Not everyone sees me, my brother saw me but his mate did not. She saw me but the rest of them did not.” “You saw her say those words? About the true queen.” His hands on his hips now, looking down at the floor. His stomach clenched at the thought of someone hurting his grandchildren or his son. “Yes, I did.” “Well, I think we need to go to the elders and see what we know about these powers you have. How can you control them, do you know?” “I do not. It just happened both times.” “Guards will
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