I made it out of the palace and into the jungle on the other side, heading for the bridge with my insides aching for the realm of Life. Daphne made her own bed, though I guess I could feel some odd empathy for her. This was all on Mom as far as I was concerned. Her manipulative desire for power had ensured no one else was prepared to take over as Life. That Isis alone had the wherewithal to sit that particular throne. On purpose, I had no doubt. By design.
The more I thought about interfering, the more I realized just how terrible an idea me sticking one pinkie finger into Life's affairs really was. Troubling though. I was stuck. This wasn't my realm, I had no control over Life, not really. Taking her power from her, while within my ability-I thought, at least, in theory-might seem a solu
