One Saturday afternoon in February, I was hanging out at the Darken’s house.
I was watching TV while the guys were off doing whatever they were doing when Aiden headed in the living room with me.
“Hey, you,” he said with a grin.
“Hey.” I smiled back at him. “I have a question for you.” He rested on the arm of the sofa.
“Alright, hit me.”
“I was just wondering… have you figured out who I might have been yet?” I asked.
“You know. Of the Ancients, I mean.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I asked with raised eyebrows. A little bit of excitement came over me, though. The fact that he might have figured it out had me feeling a little optimistic—even if it was just a maybe at this point.
“So, I was up the other night researching and thinking about this, and I do have a theory as to who you could be,
