“How would one know that I am…” I searched my mind for her name.
“Scara.” Aktorius provided. “And we would give you a series of udfordre. If you succeed, you will take the throne.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked quietly. Aktorius didn’t answer. “And if I don’t?” I asked again frantically.
“They’ll put you to death,” he turned away from me, “Don’t fail, Lacey.” Tears streamed down my face, and I could taste the salt on the tip of my tongue.
“When do I begin?” I raised my chin defiantly, uncaringly.
“Daybreak.” I could see that Aktorius was crying, too.

“Your first udfordre is to retrieve a feather of the winged Carflunte.” Read a tall sky-man.

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