Amy had not realized that morning had come.
She squinted at the light of the sun peeking through the clouds that covered the Isles of Adiroth. As if by some miracle, the rain had stopped, though dark clouds still flooded the horizon broken here and there by the golden rays of morning sunlight. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, she looked around. The dwellers of New Robinsdale were gathered just outside the manor. King Henri and the others were by the steps that led back into the mansion. Amy stood at a distance, watching the King address the crowd.
As she darted her eyes around, she realized that Margritta was telling the truth. The mages had come. Numerous unfamiliar faces were all around her. Those who had answered the call of the King were in the city, dressed in colorful
