The prophecy haunted her throughout the night. Necrovar strolled in and out of her dreams, taunting her with her oldest fears: You can’t do it. You’re not good enough. You have no magic.
The next day they followed the river into a silverwood forest. While there was plenty of space between the thin, towering trees, the ground was carpeted with spongy moss that slowed Alphir to a walk. Keriya and Max dismounted to give the arion a rest. The only good thing about the forest, which was damp and filled with nasty biting bugs, was that it was safe enough for Thorion to travel with them.
She observed him as he padded over rocks and under low-hanging branches. He sounded like Thorion and acted like Thorion. Yet something was missing from him—an indefinable something—and it made her heart ache to
