I instinctively turned to Scarlette, just about to complain about the rubbish Nathaniel was spouting—and she turned to me too.
I nearly jumped. Right. She still looked like Faragonda.
Lumera stifled a laugh. Devran shushed her impatiently.
So it begins. The impending high-sounding nonsense from Nathaniel.
And here we were, sitting like ducks on a pond that had suddenly frozen over.
"The Anti-Magic Mages stand for the purity of the natural order," Nathaniel declared, his voice smooth and commanding. "Magic that is not born from the mixing of species. That kind of magic is tainted. It births monsters. Harbingers of doom."
The room quieted as he lifted a familiar scroll.
"Now, don't just take my word for it," he continued. "Ancient texts don't lie. They whisper truths beneath centuries of denial. Behold—the Dark Fairy Scroll."
Of course. The Dark Fairy Scroll.
He began to read:
A Love Fairy will marry a Dark Fairy and give birth.
