RUSTIN PETRAE   AUTHOR | GRAPHIC DESIGNER

Chapter Seven - “Why would Micah do this?” Edrick asked, both hands gripping the wooden arms of his throne hard enough to make them creak in protest. “Not only does he have a secret child, but apparently that child has been in the care of a former Prime Guardian and his Second, both of whom were supposedly killed over a decade ago. None of this makes any sense.” “I don’t know but the question remains, who is the boy’s mother?” Winston asked. “It can’t be Xerya,” Harlan said.

Chapter Six - Parthos ran all over the palace, sweating through his three-piece piece suit. He could feel it the worst along his lower back and drenching both of his armpits. He swiped a hand across his forehead, appalled when he saw how much it dampened his sleeve. He pushed aside his disgust at all the sweat and focused instead on making it back to the Grand Chamber. The halls were mostly empty and a lot of the staff had been told to go home for the day. No one was sure why

Chapter Five “What the hell do you mean by that?” Alice jerked her head toward Edrick, her eyes lit up with pure rage. The tears kept streaming down her face as she stared down her uncle. Bright colors of red blossomed on her cheeks. Even the veins of her arms started to light up with magic again and Hydrick grew even more fitful and restless above her father’s four-poster bed. Edrick, for his part, looked taken aback by his niece’s sudden anger. He stumbled backward and held

Chapter Four - The sounds of heavy foot traffic echoed through the halls of the Elysium Palace, home to the High Royals of Avalon and their staff. On any given day, the sound of footsteps wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, but this was not an ordinary day and the rushing footsteps had a frantic, panicky air about them. To a casual observer, they would probably guess something might be extremely wrong. And they would be correct. Something was wrong. Palace aides from the highest