After applying the silver ointment and a hearty meal, I was feeling more like myself. With my friends preparing to join the squads, I was on my own in the courtyard, unsure what to do next. Most of the people around me were moving with purpose but I didn’t have any. Without my ability to travel to the Veil… I was nothing.
“Ylva Helgudóttir?” Two women in uniform paused in front of me, their expressions unreadable.
“That’s me…” I replied cautiously.
“The general would like to see you. Please follow us.”
“Okay?”
“This way.”
They marched into the building, guiding me through long winding halls and past lots of doors, deeper into the heart of the base. After a good stroll, the building opened up into a hall where a dainty man was waiting behind a desk. Was that Flavia’s father?
The man
