With shaking hands, Caroline took the letter from Ender as she sat on the soft ground. Folding her knees beneath her, she found it challenging to control the mixture of emotions building within her. She desperately missed her Grandmother, the only family she had ever known.
Caroline had also been grappling with feelings of subtle betrayal. Nim had told her nothing of her nature growing up. The world had thrust magical abilities upon her in such a manner that Caroline felt woefully inadequate and unprepared. Had Nim prepared her more for the eventuality that she would need to use her magic, Caroline would have been better equipped to deal with the likes of Greir and Basla.
Now she was inadvertently leading a revolution with little to no experience.
