Young Lady Annabeth continued to ride through the darkness.
Her tears fell like streams down the side of her cheeks as the cold night wind whipped her face. She did not know what happened to her parents. She only knew that they were dead. Echoes of the blood-curdling screams filled her mind. She held onto Gilroy’s reins, trusting the horse to take her where she needed to be.
She did not stop to take her rest, knowing full well that whoever killed her parents would come for her. Slamming the reins of the trusted horse, she sped through the rocky terrain away from her city.
The images on the flames changed. Lady Annabeth was no longer a young adult. As Amy watched she knew that this version of the Council Keeper was at least twenty one years old. Amy expected to see the Castle Gustav, bu
