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The wind whipped Diana’s red hair. She picked a stray lock out of her face. “Are we sure about this?” she asked, her face grave.
Di had shared her special news with their other sister. Serin was surprised, but it didn’t shock her. Not compared to Gia’s report.
The Water Elemental’s expression was carefully composed. “Is it possible the Mother has simply moved?” Serin asked. “The empty cavern could be a ruse. Perhaps She fears insurrection again?”
“I wish that were the case, but I don’t think so.” Gia stroked the crystal sphere. Its inner fire had taken on a mystical glow, an indescribable gold-and-purple medley.
“The disconnect we’ve been feeling in recent years… It’s not because She was falling into one of her long slumbers. And it’s not because of John, or at least not just about
