“I miss him, raven. I miss my father, I really do. He was a good man, but good men love their family more than they do anything else in the world. That’s what I believe. He shouldn’t have just left us here. Well, he at least shouldn’t have just left me here. I hate it. Everyone is scared of any beauty in fear of danger, you know what I mean? I have heard old women curse at me, tell me I am too pretty to be human. I am human, raven - I am very much human. That is what I have been bred to believe.
“But now, after I have discovered what I can do - my powers - I am beginning to second-guess what I have been taught. If I am so human, then why can I do what I can? I know that there is magic in this world, that is something true that I have been bred to believe, but there isn’t a trace of magic in my royal blood. Well, at least there shouldn’t be.”
“But please,” Leylina whispered. “Please, let it be worth it. Let me find the answers I am looking for.”
“Hello?” She asked quietly. Her soft voice echoed off the walls of the small space. “Is anyone here?”
“Who’s there?” Leylina shuddered, and then she saw her.