XLIX
Miri read the governor’s letter on the side of an alley wall, her mouth agape.
A crowd had gathered behind her, reading the letter out loud and gasping just like Miri.
“What does this mean?” Alvia asked. “Who is Amal Shalewood?”
The girl had grown even more impatient in the last few minutes and it had taken Miri by surprise.
Miri put her hand on her chest and stared at the letter.
“This is historic,” she said.
“Wow,” Tony said, reading, “So the long shot won after all, huh?”
Whispers spread through the crowd:
“A human is our governor…”
“Amal won.”
“That was a great letter.”
“Where is she?”
“We need good leadership right now.”
Miri turned to Alvia. “Amal Shalewood is now the first human governor of Magic Hope City.”
“Hmm,” Alvia said. “Fascinating. Terrible timing, thoug
