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I slammed into a tree, again. The impact knocked the wind out of me, sending stars dancing across my vision. That made it the third time in the last hour.
"Perhaps a short rest?" Lady Meridienne suggested, her voice gentle but firm as she helped me to my feet. "Your connection to the crown is still... temperamental."
"Temperamental is one way to put it," I grumbled, wiping blood from my lip.
The Crown of First Light seemed to pulse against my forehead in response, almost like it was laughing at me. Three days into our journey through the forests of Moonstone, and the damn thing still had a mind of its own. One minute it was dormant, the next it was blasting energy through me like I was nothing more than a human-shaped lightning rod.
Uncle Angelo knelt beside a massive root, inspe
