The evening breeze blows through my hair and stings the angry tears falling from my eyes. I want to hold them back, but I can’t anymore. I’ve never felt so worthless. So betrayed.
Even as a sorceress I’m worth nothing to these people. Nothing more than goods to be traded for profit. I’m just an object to be sold. I’d always thought that their hatred of me was rooted in my lack of magic, but now I realize that it’s because I’m a woman who refuses to fit into the box they’ve made for me.
We continue flying toward Ladon’s lair, and the tears continue to fall no matter how hard I try to hold them back. Over the years I’ve managed to grow a pretty thick skin, but a girl can only take so much before she crumbles.
Ladon lands with a thudding gallop in the middle of the clearing where his cloth
