Wake up. Ephodnia, you have to wake up and be out of sight!
This is how I shall always be woke up Lacy?
Ephodnia...I love you but you live in a brothel... Everyone here has to work and head mistress says you are bad for business. Now scoot!
How am I BAD FOR BUSINESS? I keep quiet and to myself, I clean up after a gentleman comes and does his bidding....
No, sweet child it's not you. It's the stories and the nature around how you were found as a babe. There are those who would gladly have you burn at the stake. Burn you for the fear you were left in the desert because you are cursed. Cursed because you just happen to be the babe of the only witch who broke free from the tower. Then you have people like us here who surround you, who believe you were a gift from the gods above.
Lacy no one talks about who found me or that day. No one has told me how I ended up here. who am I really? I'm 14 now I think I have the right to know. why am I NEVER aloud to leave the mansion, or for a breath of fresh air I can't go any where but the gardens in the court yard?
So...the gardens aren't good enough for you now Ephodnia?
No,no that's not what I was saying at all head mistress. Please don't take anything I say to heart. I love all of you and very thankful and feel blessed to have a bed to sleep in.
Good now leave Lacy alone. If I'm not mistaken you have things that need to be folded and beds to be changed before we open in a few hours, correct?
Yes..yes of course..Bye Lacy.
I'm sorry head mistress...
Shut it Lacy. I KNOW SHES OLDER now but there's no way she's ready for the true story. Ephodnia can't KNOW who she really came from. You and I were BOTH SWORN to never tell a soul or her. No one knows about the queen and her connection to the 4 covens they burned. Ephodnia is one of four. The prophesy states one of desert, one from the river, another from the eye of a storm. Lastly a child raised by the wolves. They will rise, and safe us all. The queen gave up her life and ways of her past....all to insure this would happen and with out the blood shed like the last prophesy. That's who she is a piece of the puzzle to a prophesy.