Darian had only known the parts he had seen the last time he was granted one of those visions. He knew that Laurel, who turned out to be Her Holiness, was an old friend of King Fortune, and she had used that advantage to get closer to him and the palace. How things escalated into a full-blown war, and how Laurel had obtained her powers, was still a mystery. He would find that out the moment he could read the scroll.
He heard footsteps behind him. It was Noel. "Darian, you had me scared. How are you?"
Darian turned to his friend slowly and sighed. "We have a lot to talk about, Noel. I feel... hurt."
"Should Helena examine you?" Noel asked.
Darian shook his head from side to side. "No," he said. "It is my heart that hurts, not my body, my dear friend. The things I saw should not be seen.
