“Where is the spell buried?” Talia asked.
“I don’t know.” My father replied.
“Do not lie to me, elf. I have no tolerance for it.” She growled.
He looked around, but would find no help here. None of us were on his side. He was a traitor to our people.
“Fine. It’s in the park at the center of the neighborhood.” He answered.
“Take me there. We will bring the spell back and I will contact a witch to find out how to destroy it. You had best not be playing me false. You really wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.” Talia warned.
My father headed toward the front door. Talia followed after him. I couldn’t believe that he’d helped with the curse. He couldn’t remain king.
“Mother. He needs to be deposed.” I said once the door closed.
“I will talk with your sister. It’s time for her to st
