As I stood in the library, trying to comprehend what this man was saying to me, I struggled to accept the idea that Zion was missing.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m Dante, the head of King Zion’s guards. I’ve seen you sitting on the boulder, but we’ve been instructed that only the King is allowed to interact with you,” he replied.
“Then why are you here now?” I inquired.
“Because we need your help. Our King is in danger, and we don’t know what to do. You were outside today, wanting to talk to him,” he explained.
“Yeah, I encountered some other fae who were clearly not fans of Zion. I wanted to ask him about them because I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them,” I shared.
“Who were they?” he asked.
“Honestly, I’ve never seen anything like it. The leader claimed his name was Niko,” I
