"Queen?" Divinia asked aloud. "What is happening?"
Her mother glanced at her scornfully. "Have you already forgotten the prophecy?"
A scowl flitted across the minor fate's face.
"You mean the emergence of the Wolf Queen or the First Dragon Mother in this phase of time?"
"Both."
"There's no way she can—"
"She will be both," her mother interrupted. As Fates, they both knew the power of spoken words.
"Divinia, it is cheap to interfere with your sister's final assessment. She helped you speak into being your chosen prophecy," her father chided.
The minor fate rolled her eyes. "It's not like it matters."
Sighing her father stood. "You're right. It does not matter as your sister is blessed with the hand of a god. She is destined to succeed despite any meddling."
"She only has one crew member left and he's useless."
Boisterous laughter mocked Divinia's words.
