* CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

DWELLERS OF THE EAST

DAHLIA’S POV

We watch a red fog rise to the moon. This is a sign. A sign that shows that the fall is near now more than ever.

“It is time. Time to journey across the lands to seize our birthrights from the witches of Livádia. The fall has almost come, we rise!” Elena declares.

“Let the air that fills my long be not poison, let the breaths of the trees which raised us be our torch,” we all declare, and we move.

Livádia is far north of the grasslands, and it will take us at least to nights to reach. .

We begin our journey even though it is night. Neither the wild beasts nor the shadows can cross our paths.

TOWER OF LIVÁDIA

IASIAS’ POV

I'm still sitting in the dungeon with Varia sitting beside me. Both leaning on the wall behind us. My knees are raised, her legs are straightened.

We can't seem to find a way to tell each other about everything that has happened in our lives in one night. We clearly don't know anything a