10
The Sisters
“Great,” I say letting the tears fall freely. “I am supposedly the descendent of some great elf, and here I am a blubbering fool.”
Moraine hands me a handkerchief. “Shauna, you are fine. You have been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours and no one can blame you for it. Least of all your family.” She smiles at me and part of me wants to snap, I don’t want her sympathy. “Now let’s begin.”
I can’t think though. My mind is blank, words don’t want to form in my mouth, I just feel a swirling pit of emotions in my stomach: fear, rage, eagerness, defeat. But you want me to make them leave.
From her sleeve, she pulls a book. On the cover, it says ‘Fritual Ka Aka’ which in elven meant ‘chosen of the water.’
“What is this?” I ask trying to make out the authors name.
“It
