CHAPTER 10
I stood in my old room, right in the middle of the high citadel. I was numb and cold. There was no turning back. Female callers in black hooded robes hovered around me, helping me undress, then dress. Bound to the land. It was bad enough that my power was already bound to them, now my body became bound to the land, meaning that I could never leave.
How many other spells need I overcome? What else were they planning for me? Have I doomed myself? I looked around, my eyes finding my red dress thrown on the floor beside me. My festival dress.
The Falling Leaves Festival. Bubbles. It felt like an eon ago.
I stared blankly at the windowless walls. One caller sat me in a chair. I could feel them unpin my hair. Curl after curl touched my shoulders. Was it a mistake to return to cour
