Lorraine
Gwen eyes me with uncertainty as I stand before her, ready for whatever it is she has to teach me today.
"Not more battle training. Not until after you have recovered from giving birth." She said, her eyes landing on my slightly swollen stomach. "How has your magic been?"
"Fine."
Lies.
I noticed it a few days ago, a wavering in my magic. I prayed that it was just a fluke. Only time will tell.
It's been two weeks since my mates and I made up. In that time, I read the old fable book several times, and even made copies of it before returning it to a very anxious old man. There wasn't much to it, it was more like a storybook than ground-breaking information in my eyes. Of the entire book, only one mentions 'strong men withering away into nothing', which I have to assume was
