Vasilis.
We were convened in the common room for our third meeting in two days. We'd been gathering for meetings more frequently than ever, since the letter from the Confederation arrived, and I only grew more and more agitated with the outcomes of every meeting.
"So it is agreed upon then, that we must seek her out?" Charlotte asked, a weary look in her gray eyes.
Roman nodded gravely. "I'm afraid we must, if we seek the truth."
My stomach tightened into a knot that refused to ease up.
"Let us hope all our assumptions are wrong. Let us hope the truth will set our minds at ease." Principal Fernsby said, her words a futile attempt at consolation that could not work.
We could not be consoled. Or at least, I could not be consoled. Not until I knew with certainty that Jade was not the one the prophecy spoke of.
