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I wanted to die for who I’d become.

The bird glides down toward us, digging into the earth with sharp talons, spreading its large wings, appearing larger than it is. Yami leaps away, shrieking, eyes wide with fear. The spikes on his back stretch upright, and then he does something new. He erupts in blue flame.The Druid's deep voice fills the cavern, and both the owl and Yami freeze. The screeching stops, the flames die down. Yami seems himself again, and he jumps up and lands on my shoulder, digging claws into my flesh, eyes fixed on the bird.

I don't know whether to apologize or yell. So I just stand there, silently, waiting to see which direction this goes.Varis lowers down onto the rock.It is more a glide, as if he were lighter than air, and he lands in front of me, his feet barely making a sound. His white furs billow behind him. His tattoos, which I thought black, but now see are a deep blue, glitter in the light. A gust of wind drifts around us, though there should be no wind in this cavernous tree.

The ancient Fae looks at me, his eyes probing. "Arianna Spero, your spirit is untrained, young and impetuous. From what I've heard, he is much like you."I bristle at that. "It is not through any fault of ours that we are young and untrained," I say.

A grin plays on his lips. "And impetuous?"

"Often an insult levied at the bold by those too set in their ways to take chances or seek change," I say.The maid quickly redirected the festivities, but the idea percolated in my mother’s mind the rest of the afternoon. I think, when she said it, she meant it the way parents do when their child behaves appallingly. But the more she thought, the more it made sense to her.

After an afternoon of similar tantrums on my part, someone decided it was time to have cake. My mother seemed to be taking forever in the kitchen, and I went to check on her. I don’t even know why she was the one getting the cake instead of the maid, who was far more maternal.On the island in the kitchen, a massive chocolate cake covered in pink flowers sat in the middle. My mother stood on the other side, holding a gigantic knife she was using to cut the cake to serve on tiny saucers. Her hair was coming loose from its bobby pins.

Chocolate? I wrinkled my nose as she tried to set perfect pieces onto the saucers.Yes, Wendy, you like chocolate, my mother informed me.

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