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is. What is Srogeri not telling me? “I’m done here…” she tactfully glances at me and walks away vigilantly— does she want me to follow her? Srogeri’s blood is certainly boiling. He dislikes my presence and calmly sends me home promising to visit me before sunset tomorrow, that way we can figure out what we can do for my brother. Even though he already declared Jorsay has no option but to join the war. But now thanks to Priestess Vaniele, I have an amazing idea.
    I explain to Morgan what Srogeri confirm ed. The fact he didn’t say anything positive breaks her heart. She trusts him as much as me, as much as Papa did. To us, his thoughts are important. Morgan tears, we are sitting outside on the dry soiled, on the lifeless meadow by our small white house. It’s a meadow that didn’t survive the heat waves of the suns.  I heard stories of the fields long ago beauty. When the grass was green, and plants grew small white flakes of flowers that flow around on a windy day spinning above our eyes—petals fell on our skin as a tiny strip. The trees that now are dried branches, once bloomed changing colors every three months. If I had the opportunity to go back in time it’ll be breathtaking. The times when the perfect meadow lie, and the children ran in happiness, when fear wasn’t always known, and mothers didn’t need to worry about their children’s departure.
    How I wish I have the power t o bring the world back to peace. Even though sometimes I feel as if I’m capable of such glory if I attempt to, but instead I let Srogeri lead my life, and hide me from change, all because of my father's paranoia. Walking the streets alone was not accepted when I was younger. Leaving the house was fairly unlikely, although Morgan didn’t have the capability of stopping me.  At some point of desperation— sick of my rebellious years, Papa attempted to bring fear to me by telling me unpleasant stories, but what he didn’t understand was that his will to protect me took me further into curiosity, a search for freedom, a change of path. And the more I knew of these arclaws, the faster I sought after a hazardous encounter. I never understood why Papa treated me as if I had a price, why Jorsay wasn’t treated the same, but overlooked. Within me, I know I can find out the truth, but the answers aren’t in Duolic. That's why I need to get out of this place, but how? As any decision I make first has to be consulted by Srogeri, my guardian. Sitting there, letting the heat of the suns spill its wretchedness, I realize my miserable behavior isn’t all about losing my brother, but it’s also jealousy… I’m jealous my brother is the one chosen. That he’s going to be the one to have a different life. How unfair is that?
    Morgan hugs her knees. She presses them against her chest, weeping like a small child. Her only son, handed to war… it must be terrifying. She loved Papa pretty much, since she was a little girl she always stood by his side. Now if I let it happen, she’s going to lose the one who reminds her of him, her son. Time passes, and night falls on us. It’s the quietest night I’ve felt in a long time. The birds aren’t tweeting. The whistling of the air has faded in a hidden haze conjoining with the hot waves. The depression within ourselves subdues the noises around us. “There’s a way of stopping Jorsay from going.” I say in such a low tone I’m certain I was unheard, but her flush face embarks, her puffy crying eyes meet me. I explain the plan in taking his place by stealing his face with magic, but she immediately refuses. She’s no longer sad, but angry at me. She hurries up—she laughs and cries at the same time like a foolish person.
    “How could you, how could you do this to me? Making me choose, how dare you?” She takes my will to help as an insult. I know she loves me as much as Jorsay, there’s no doubt anymore. “Morgan, I’m not making you choose. I'm stronger…I can do it. I can