Maybe Lady Agnue was right; maybe I was as poor an excuse for a hero as I was for a princess. Maybe I really didn’t have control over who I was no matter how hard I tried and this was all just a waste of time.
No. Stop it. You’re going to prove her wrong. You’re going to prove the Author wrong. You’re going to prove them all wrong, my inner voice reminded me.
It doesn’t matter what that prophecy says. Who I am isn’t written yet. And the only person who will have a say in it when it is, is me.
I shook my head as Daniel and I continued to walk—attempting to rid myself of the doubts that wormed their way into my subconscious the more I thought about this afternoon’s turn of events.
Eventually we stopped at the top of a small hill overlooking a ravine. The moon was casting a glow over the
