Elora POV
“Are you the only Witch?” I ask her, stunned.
“No, my daughter is already showing signs and my mother is a Witch too, we have remained hidden just like you.”
I nod my head in understanding.
“So how old are you, anyway?” she asks curiously.
“I turn twenty-one tomorrow,” I tell her.
She gasps. “So you might be the one they are looking for then, you could save us all,” she says excitedly. I don’t know how she still has hope for the Chosen One. I tossed hope out the window years ago.
“Do you know of the book? The one with the prophecy?” she asks.
I shake my head, not knowing what she is talking about. “What book?” I ask.
“The one that only the Fae with magic can read. The one that says how to break the curse. How have you not heard of it?” she asks incredulously. Her words
