Helen's POV
The old writing was still vivid in my thoughts as I stood in the fortress's faint light. I had to face Leoric because I couldn't contain it any longer.
When I walked up to him in the great hall, he had a little smug look on his face. "Hello, Helen," he said to me. "How is your training going?"
I sucked in a calming breath. "I read something last night, Leoric. in the secret chamber. Instead of carrying out the prophecy, the book described a monarch who would assume control of the dark force.
Leoric's smile remained unwavering. He didn't even appear startled. "And? Helen, what does that change?
I blinked, a twinge of annoyance passing through me. "You're preparing me to replace you, not to carry out any prophecies. Isn't that accurate?
He shook his head a little and laughed. Does it matter what I call it, Helen? Power, fate, or prophecy are all the same. You're supposed to be in charge. You are destined to master black magic and use it uniquely.
