THERE WAS NO NAME FOR what Anadil Vacker could do.
There had not been anyone like her for milennia.
Her skills didn't make her a prodigy. It made her a genius.
It was the reason the Vackers feared having a Talentless in the family.
She made her way down the hallway, the knapsack of stolen medicine slung over her shoulder. She checked the sky.
Seven minutes until dawn, she thought. Just like her gnome caretaker had taught her years ago. Where was Semele, anyway? Did she survive? Or was she already dead?
She paused, pressing her ear against the last door until freedom. She twisted the knob open with her telekinesis, then floated her last message to her love's bedside. Written with golden ink, the message only revealed itself when touched by its receiver.
To Calandra:
By the time you read this, I will be long gone. Tell Brant I will always be with him. Tell your brother he can still have hope. Tell Alvar this is was never the Vacker Legacy. You'll find my last gift underneath your pillowcase, and you can join me at sunset in two days' time.
Follow my instructions. Quickly.
Always remember, even if the stars extinguish and the sun stops shining, we will always have each other.
Lots of love,
Anadil Vacker
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Talentless
FanfictionThe Vacker family has a secret, and it's the reason they strive for perfection. When Anadil Vacker is born, it becomes clear she is Talentless. The world turns into a living nightmare when she is banished from the Lost Cities, and decides to team up...
