ERON
“And the one before that ended even worse,” Uncle Angelo added grimly.
I knew the stories well enough—the ancient triumvirate from five thousand years ago had ended catastrophically, with the Seelie prince becoming the first Unseelie King, the forest nymph transforming into a monstrous maenad, and the water dragon retreating to the deepest parts of the Unsea in grief.
“I’m not them,” I said firmly. “Neither are Aiko and Daedillion. We won’t make the same mistakes.”
King Aenderon’s expression softened slightly. “Perhaps not. But the stakes are even higher now. The Abyss has had two thousand years to gather its strength since Takeshi’s betrayal shattered the last triumvirate.”
“All the more reason to get to Cedar Creek quickly,” I pressed. “And then to the gate behind the falls so
