16AmbrielleAmbrielle replayed the past few days’ events in her mind. How did we get to this point? What am I missing? The Rokis softly pulsated against her chest, comforting her. They had the Rokis, and with it they could defeat anything.
Two groups of Tribesmen from Giriveen gathered in the Council Room, preparing for her to send them to Hatem. She glanced over to Gossamer, who fumbled with his hands as he watched the Tribesmen assemble into formation.
She placed her hands on her brother’s. “We have Fate on our side.” She repeated the Sandman’s words, hoping they assured him.
His blue eyes looked at her, swirling with brown. “You’re right. Just something Tut said is lingering in my mind.”
“Tut is good at doing that.” Ambrielle stood, motioning to Nemiah. “Are they ready?” Her heart wa
