When Amelie spoke for the first time, everyone's gaze shifted to her. She leaned deeper into her chair, a finger to her temple. The dark circles around the skin of her eyes showed how weak and strained she was. It wasn't easy having a gift like hers. Her gift was something not many witches would wish for. The gift of prophecy was taking a toll on her.

"It's been fourteen years now since the attack on the Crystal Fortress by the Dark Circle. They even managed to infiltrate the ...