Ursula
MY BROTHER DIDN’T DIE in the fire. He should have perhaps, but I couldn’t let it happen. I slipped a silver bracelet onto his wrist during the fight. I hadn’t known what was going to happen, but I had figured better safe than sorry.
When he woke, a few days after everything had settled, he had no power. None whatsoever, and he was trapped in the body he had created for himself, excruciatingly old before his time. I set him up in what had once been the sick bay, surrounded by copious plants and flowers. My mother would have been proud, though maybe jealous that my plants never wilted, zapped of energy, in the way hers always had.
I tried to persuade Chloe to stay, but she said she had to leave. She would be back, though, she promised. Once she’d figured out who she was now she was
