Princess Amara

Chapter Twenty-Three

I tried not to panic. 

I've been continuously trying not to panic for the past two days of traveling. 

Two days since we somehow survived the Holy Warriors, since I met a Goddess, and since I had gotten the arrow. 

Andrea's arrow. 

Her gift. The way we had been able to get a message to our Father when we had been kidnapped  Queen Vicious, Andrea had been able to loose an arrow to our Father, with a message attached, just as she had done to me two days ago. 

My stomach tightened as the words of her message had swirled around my mind. 

Coronation by death in seven days.

Now five. 

Earth has broken the Consolidate. 

Aria. 

We reached the Portal, New York.

Khon and Andrea. 

That had been the three lines of the note. 

My heart had dropped the second I read the first line. Miriam, the Birch that wasn't quite a Birch, as Vicious had put it. 

Birches ran in packs, power was in numbers it was unheard of for a Birch to be alone, and yet that Miriam had strolled into our palace alone. 

Which meant that she was either crazy or she had a coven funneling her power from somewhere else. 

But Vicious hadn't heard of anything, all she knew was the woman's name, and even then that knowledge had cost more than I would know. 

And there was no record of her anywhere. Not a single coven had ever heard of her, and none had any connection with her, none. 

It was impossible. 

It was like she had just appeared from no where, her magic left no known traces than any coven could identify, even Vicious didn't know. 

And the magic she was using to control my Father, my very powerful Father who contained a magic all of his own, what she was doing was close to impossible. 

Vicious had no clue what or how she was doing it. 

But now she had somehow made him decree that he was coronate that imposter daughter of his as Queen, and he was to step down, by beheading. 

A practice that had not taken place since his great-great-great Grandfather had stepped down. 

It was archaic, so old and no longer used that I knew it was a direct message to Aria, Andrea, and I. 

She was going to completely rid the world of us, beheading our legacy, our Father. 

A trap to make us rush home to save him. 

She had us by the balls and there was little we could do to stop it, to fight her. 

She was a ghost, no knowledge on her. Our allies to afraid to help, and some to excited at the notion of all of us dying. 

We were fucked, completely and truly. 

And I didn't even want to think about what Andrea's second line had meant. 

Aria was in trouble, something was wrong with her. 

The only one who could shake the ground so hard to bring down the Consolidate, the relic of our old ways, a large palace that once held the meeting ground between different kingdoms in order to bring peace, had fallen.