Chapter Forty-NineKelia sat, her back to the lone, ancient tree, looking up at the night sky and trying not to succumb to the feeling of déjà vu enshrouding her mind like a fog. Trying and failing.
Forty nights ago—has it really been so few?—she'd traveled from the village to this very spot. Arantha showed her, in a vision, this outcropping that marked the western edge of Ixtrayu territory. Ignoring the Council's requests not to go unaccompanied, she'd ventured here, waiting with bated breath to see what the divine goddess wanted to show her. After a three-day vigil during which she'd not slept, barely eaten, and questioned her divinatory abilities countless times, the calm silence was broken in a way she could never have prepared for: the arrival of the Talon, of Maeve, to Elystra.
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