CALLISTA
I stood in front of Kaelos's office door, my hands clenched at my sides. I had been standing there for ten minutes, gathering the courage to knock.
This wasn't the first time I had to ask my brother for something. But this time was different. This time, I knew my request would be denied—or at least spark a long debate.
But the conversation with Seraphina a few days ago still echoed in my head. “Find your passion, and I'll support you with all my strength.”
I had found my passion. Now, I just needed the courage to fight for it.
Finally, I knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Kaelos' voice sounded from inside.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Kaelos sat behind his large desk, surrounded by piles of documents and maps. He looked tired—more tired than usual. The
