Lanavia

One has all. The rest have none.
Lanavia must wrest control.
From a queen. Nation by nation, she took control. Those she could not seduce, she killed.
She calls herself the ruler of the earth. She is.
Can Lanavia do this?
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"Lanavia, get over here!"

My younger sister Ezilia is calling. I wonder what she wants me to see. I walk over to her position. She is standing at the edge of our camp, alone, at the top of the cliff.

"What?" I ask her.

She looks at me. I see the reflection of my deep blue eyes in hers. She looks back down, at where you would end up if you fell off the precipice. "Look down there."

I gasped.