CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Kyra rode across the countryside of Escalon, Andor thundering beneath her, Leo at her heels, the three of them cutting through the brush, breaking branches, rustling leaves, winding in and out of forest trails as they had been for hours. Ever since leaving Alva’s side, Kyra felt a new sense of determination, of purpose, as she headed for her mother’s original home, the source of her power, the place where all was supposed to be revealed.
The Lost Temple.
Her mind raced as she imagined it, each step increasing her sense of anticipation. It was there, Alva promised, that Kyra would find the clues she needed to lead her to her mother, and to find her own source of power. Kyra’s heart pounded in anticipation. All her life she had wondered about her mother; she had wanted not
