Only two more chapters to write in book three!!! Yes!
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“No!” Chronicles’ startling scream caught everyone off guard. A few even jumped. “No! It can’t be!”
Wisdom forced himself to hold position when his father fell to his knees. He wanted to jump to his side, but a quick glance to the unicorn only confirmed a look of contentment.
There was a hiss from Corrigan. From the corner of his eye, the prince could see the harpy’s feathers ripple in agitation.
“What have you done?” Wisdom demanded.
“I?” A chuckle. “HE’S NOW REALIZING THE ERROR OF HIS WAYS. OF COURSE, I MAY HAVE…INFLUENCED A FEW THOUGHTS ALONG THAT PATH. BUT IT ALL COMES DOWN TO HIS OWN COURSE OF ACTION.”
As the creature rasped on, Chronicles could only shake his head. Clasping both hands on either side of his temple, he tried to deny that any of it was real.
“What have I done?” Wisdom heard his father say over and over. While the rest of the Healers tried to understand their leader’s meaning, Wisdom opened his thoughts to pick up any other clues. What he saw in those thoughts sent him reeling back in time.
He saw images of his mother. They were fleeing the forest as their former leader Windchester issued an emergency. Fragments of burning trees mingled with concerns of half-breeds and human relationships. In that respect, Wisdom could understand his father’s growing dislike for humans at the time. But it was while trying to escape that his father encountered the dark unicorn. That was the moment his memories blanked….