CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
EMMA ENDLESS
I got up, and I fought with a renewed, blinding ambition. I didn’t fight for Clark, or for Ben, or for my family. I fought for myself. For too long, I had let other people control me, ad the moment that my wound healed I knew that Clark had done the same thing.
I couldn’t rely on others to keep me safe anymore.
I had to rely on myself to keep me safe. That was the only way that I would survive any of this. I didn’t remember any of it, only the feeling of the sword in my hand, and the sense of determination that coursed through me.
I did remember the last knight I knocked down. The one right before I made the clearing to get to Excalibur. I saw it there, in the center of the cavern, stuck in the stone exactly like the legends foretold.
I ran to it
