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She will not be a "Sacrificial Maiden"!
“I cry the King’s mercy to not throw me – orphaned, alone, and helpless – into the hands of the Evil Wizard!
“I cry the chance to undo the wrongs for myself, Majesty! Allow me to train, even as do thy knights and I shall see that the Evil Wizard Henig must face Justice!”
Was it merest chance that a ray of sunshine seemed to particularly illuminate Karana in that instant?
That the midnight of her hair seemed flecked with stars as dust-motes glowed about her and her green eyes
sought the green eyes of the king? Was the look of startled recognition – and hope – on King Theolore’s face
merely a trick of the light?
The sudden look of determination and belief on His Majesty’s face certainly was not.
“Thou shalt have thy chance, dear maiden,” King Theolore answered, to the shocked horror of the gathered
onlookers. “Thou takest upon thyself a nigh impossible task, however. Thou hast only the remainder of the time
allotted to us by the evil mage in which to accomplish the task of a lifetime,” he warned her. “Less than two
full years from today – Midsummer’s Day.”
“For upon the end of that time,” King Theolore finished,
“whither thy preparation is complete or no, thee must face Henig in his dark citadel.