Chapter 43: Narrator

The cry the young prince made that day was heard throughout the whole palace. It was said to have sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it.

Later that night under cover of darkness, a young girl was dug from her early grave still in the throes of death as she’d awakened too soon from the potion only to find herself buried.

The fear and shock was such that her mind splintered and who she had been was no more. She had no memory of life or what it meant. Like a newborn babe, coming into the world for the first time.

Unbeknownst to the old seer, there was someone else at the burial site that night. Des, the brother who couldn’t believe his little sister was gone, had come to sit with her, her first night in the cold ground.

He’d been angry and disillusioned since news of her death reached her father’s home. This was not Mia’s end. Not the little sister he’d watch grow up. That bright, vibrant star that outshone all the others.