be decided .
All around me , from every corner of our world , the people of Yet fought against the tyranny of the Hir . Closing my eyes , I could smell their desire to live , to protect their loved ones , and see them survive past this day as if the earth itself was calling out to me . Once again I looked to Safaro for any sign of the boy I loved , but he was nowhere to be found . He knew , as I did , that while their resolve was as hard as iron , the people of Yet were not warriors . Worse , we ’ d only had months to prepare . From the power lust look in his eyes as he surveyed the battle , I knew that the Hir had been planning the expansion of his Kingdom his entire life .
The final battle came to our doorstep just outside the city of Elan , where our defenses had held as fiercely as they could , but it was only a matter of time . The people of Elan , the peoples of Yet had given no ground easily , with mounting casualties on both sides , but the Hir had too much of everything we lacked : weapons , men , strategy , and now the most powerful Amasiti at his beck and call .
With me at the their side , they pressed forward . The poison chain connected my will to Safaro ’ s , so that the power between us acted as one , except only I understood the true meaning behind the Hir ’ s command to create an earthquake that would swallow his enemies . Safaro could wield my power , but only I could give it the purpose that would call it into being .
I knew what the Hir ’ s soul was meant to be . His greatest enemies were not in front of him ; he was surrounded by them , masking the truth of his insanity behind greed and false adulation .
And so , when I spread my hands wide and bellowed across the sky “ I am the Sorceress of Elan – now and always ,” I did what I was meant to do : create .
The boats of Elan were just out of firing range , harboring every man woman and child who was unable to fight . Only the strongest were allowed to keep the front . It would be difficult for them to escape , but they had a better chance than anyone who was not privy to my plan .
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