The first step

Alana's POV

I lay in my bed long after the sorcerer's words had echoed in my mind. The fire in the hearth crackled and popped, but I could barely hear it over the noise of my thoughts. I had come here for answers, but the weight of those answers was heavier than I'd imagined. A stranger ruled the land, and the land itself mourned. My mother had known, and the pain she had felt, the sorrow in her eyes and it was all because of him. The man who had taken everything from me.

How could I not have seen it? How could I have been so blind?