Twin brothers Frei and Qionne are separated by a cursed mirror. The younger is forced to shoulder the burden of the throne, while the older must learn to have courage and return to his world. In their wake is an empire at the brink of war, and a dar...
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Like her Eolin spirit, Sola often had that sense of foreboding. She tossed and turned in her sleep, unable to resist the disquiet in her gut. Something terrible was about to happen. If only she knew what it was going to be.
She felt it twice before: first was the spine-tingling chill crawling down her back the night Frei disappeared, and second, the time that Qionne...
The princess shook her head, trying not to let her mind wander into dark memories. She focused on the magia radiating through her palms as she tracked Almira's presence downstairs. The Karavani had insisted that she go down to check on Qionne on her behalf (and part of Sola was, in fact, slightly relieved—for as kind a princess as Sola was, she still preferred the luxury of her own safety over a person she just met).
Sola pursed her lips wryly. There was no shame in admitting to want self-preservation, but it was rather unfortunate that she'd be using a sweet girl like Almira as a shield. She rolled her shoulders, ridding herself of the slight pang of guilt and she followed Almira's presence.
The floor became transparent in her mind's eye, the boards disintegrating into blue fog. Along with the fog, she could see and feel the energies of the people beneath the second story. Each presence was a different light, which made it easier for Sola to determine who was who. She paced through the floors of her empty room, looking for a gentle pink light that was Almira.
Sola stopped, chipper face turning pale with dread. Almira's light went out.
"Guys!" she yelled.
It didn't take long before Alastair barged through her door. His room was closer to hers than the others. In most cases she would have considered him intrusive, but that moment, Sola knew that Alastair was alarmed by the sudden spike in her magia. The boy was still in his traveling gear, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than before. It was obvious that Alastair hadn't slept a wink out of extreme caution.
"What's wrong?" he asked. His voice was raspy with lack of sleep, but still strong and alert.
"I can't sense Almira!" Sola yelled in panic. "Crap, I shouldn't have sent her down there on her own! What was I thinking?!"
A groan, then a sigh escaped the mage's lips. "No, you did right by sending someone else," Alastair assured her. "I need you to stay here. Let the Eolin come down with me and see what's going on."
"No way in the Farlow, Al!" Sola half-hissed, half-growled. She bunched her skirt up and stomped towards the door, trying to push through a tired Alastair's surprisingly strong block. "Let me through."
"I have enough to worry with about his majesty being hot-headed," Alastair spat at her, "I will not risk his betrothed getting in trouble too! You've been too involved as it is with what happened in Vivaluinne!"
"Between the two of us, Al, who is older and has command over the spirits of their own domain? You or me?"
Alastair pressed his lips into a hard line. Sola fought back her guilt. She knew she had crossed a line.
