Being forced to face one's own mortality could make a person realise just how fragile life really was, Kyra thought to herself as she stood at the balcony of her room and watched the landscape of the Capital city of the great kingdom of Cyrian from above.
It had been several hours since Isidora had made the unpleasant discovery about the Soul of magic's soon-to-be fate but she still couldn't bring herself to wrap her head around it. She was slowly dying and unless she faced the woman who was desperately trying to kill her and somehow force her to return back her power, she was going to die.
Truth be told, Kyra didn't believe for one second that Saffron knew that everything was going to turn out as it had done. The pale-blonde witch wanted her dead, that was for sure; but that was all sh
