Publisher's Synopsis
"Who are you?" I yell into the abyss. "You do not know me, but I know you, Princess," the voice mocks. Again the sound comes from behind me so I turn back around, but there is no one. "Lore told us of one who would destroy us, one who would wipe us from the planet. A Prince would rise from a Kingdom guided by an ancient power, one that would give him the wisdom to cast us out. He would be the only heir to his father, and he would have the nations bow to him." I can hear a deep smoky growl rumble throughout the woods, shaking the trees, and my nerves, to the core. "I believed that I took that threat far away." This time the rumble is filled with a mocking laughter. "Lore was wrong though. A Prince was not born to this Kingdom." Molten hot breath breathes against the back of my neck, burning my skin. I wince in pain as I fall to my knees. The fear Seekers appear at the edge of my vision when my heart flares with the overwhelming terror. Seeing the dark figures gives me enough courage to swallow back the fear. With the burning pain breathing against my flesh I rise to my feet. I focus all my attention on his last words, in an attempt to ignore my pain. "I was born instead?" I throw out the question to the darkness surrounding me. "Yes," an outraged snarl echoes in response. "You were born, a lowly girl."
