The diary lay open on the table before me, its pages filled with the desperate words of a queen who had fought to protect her son and her people. The weight of her story pressed heavily on my chest, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that her struggles were far from over. If the spirit of the tyrant Dragon King still hunted her bloodline, then it was possible that Varian’s father—or even Varian himself—was under its influence.
I needed answers, and I needed them fast.
“Step one,” I muttered to myself, pacing the room. “Learn who the evil tyrant was.”
Keila stirred in my mind. "Our mother and grandmother will know. They’re the greatest witches in the realm. If anyone can help us, it’s them."
That was true, but I had to find a way to contact them. They might know about the witch who helped
