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Elle
Nal’Adel.
Now, I have a name to I use in the questions I pose within my spells. Total breakthrough. Excitement zings through my nervous system. I’ve been casting for hours uncounted. Still, I never felt closer to actually avenging Alec than I do right now.
Tapping in my soul, I summon up a fresh haze of fairy dust. The pink sparkly stuff encircles my hands in a fine mist. Time to ask a new question.
“Where can I find Nal’Adel?”
The fairy dust rises and moves into little tendrils that swirl about. I gasp as I realize the truth.
The dust is forming letters. At first, it’s just a jumble of random bits from the alphabet. Still, I can’t help but bob on the balls of my feet. Magical writing has never happened before.
Alec, I’m getting closer.
“Come on,” I urge. “Where can I find
