I sit there absolutely speechless now, my eyes wide, just seventeen, still in my lacey blue dress and ridiculous heels. I feel Landry's words like huge weights on my shoulders.
"B-but...I'm just me, just...Ella. I'm not a fighter, or a 'leader of the light'...I can't be, I'm just..." I stammer, shaking my head in disbelief at Landry's implication, "I'm just me. Just Ella."
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them," Landry says theatrically. I frown, thinking this wasn't the moment to be quoting Shakespeare to me.
Freya reaches out and squeezes my hand.
"Ella, just think how far you've come since September...I mean you've been kicking butt in combat and you run insanely fast," she says, her face honest and hopeful.
I shake my head in co
