Chapter FourteenMaeve and Kelia stared down at the Stone, basking in the white light pulsing from within. Maeve noticed that her friend seemed reluctant to touch the Stone again.
“We don't have to do this if you don't want to,” Maeve said.
This wasn't quite true. It was necessary. Kelia had seen the same vision repeatedly over the last few days, and she had gleaned very little information that they might use to formulate a defense plan. All they knew was that many Ixtrayu would be killed by fire, a fire that came so fast that they could not escape. The Plateau, covered with bodies. They could only discern that the fire was not caused by nature, but by something far more malevolent.
“No. For my people, I must do this,” Kelia said, her eyes still fixed on the Stone. “I can only pray that
