Queen Vera wasn't much of a talkative. She always looked with a calm demeanor, her eyes as radiant as the sun. Her head was always held up high. It was like she knew exactly what she was doing. It was like she never made any mistakes. She carried her spear on her back and it's sharpened tip faced the skies. Even while I trained with werewolves, I never got the logic behind Spears. They were so difficult for me to handle and so I discovered my natural talent in swordplay. Six of her maidens rode with us. I was the only only one with a distinct outfit.
I tried to touch Elena but she want there. As I rode my horse, I began to wonder how I was going to use my supposed new magic without Elena there to teach me. She taught me how to fly and frankly, I did not think I could do it again. Magic w
