MIRA
No, it can’t be! I look at the flames and I cannot comprehend what is going on. It’s fireworks. Or Derrien came out to play in his dragon form. It’s most definitely not the Selection castle in flames. No! No, no, no… That’s not it!
“Mira,” Dereck puts his hand on my shoulder and I turn to look at him. I’ve been standing like this for some time I guess. “We need to move.”
“Der, I need to get there. To the castle!” I plead with him, “There are people inside! Girls! Gods, who did that?”
“I told you, Mira, we are at the beginning of a war,” he says, sadness in his voice. And that’s when I realize everything.
“Tristan did this?! Why?!”
“I don’t know all the details,” Dereck admits, “But whatever he does there – he does on the King’s orders.”
“Is the King mad?” I yell
