(Protea; Protea Castle)
The fighting could be heard from even outside the castle. Shana Toulume could only sigh and ask her husband, "Why couldn't she have gotten more of my temperament than yours?" She had always been exceptionally hard to make mad thanks to her Dark core, but her Light core lover was rather quick to flare with his temper. Their daughter was almost perfectly half and half of each of them, including being quicker than her mother but slower than her father to temper.
Rocky Toulume snorted softly. "Hey, at least she has some self-control." His grin turned mischievous. He shared most of his personality with his younger sister, Siobhan, just as Shana shared most of hers with Edgar as his younger sister. The age difference was all but negligible, though, and the siblings not only looked and acted like nearly identical twins, but also shared the same age for brief periods each year. "Let's go see Chance deal with his lover's temper."
She snickered as she followed him into the castle. "You just delight in tormenting him!"
"I consider it my prerogative as his father-in-law. He's kind of hilarious when he's trying to get used to the fact that we always sort of treated him like a son even before LeAnn was born, and even disregarding his being older than either of us by a few years!" He swung an arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer. At six-two, he had one of the tallest heights in their circle, and it was the only real difference between him and his sister. They shared the same skin, eyes, and hair, though he kept his quite short. He also had staved off their lineage's propensity to magical plumpness by hard physical training, but he still had a visible softer edge.
Shana stood an equally impressive six-foot tall, meaning only one female in their circle was taller, and barely any of the males. She also stood taller than her brother's five-nine height, and looked even more powerful—though not as powerful as she truly was thanks to being Apex of Dark and the embodiment of everything physical in existence. Her hair fell to her ankles in perfectly straight lines, much longer than Edgar's but still the same texture and color, and they equally shared their skin tone. Tasia, as Apex of Chaos, literally looked half Shana and half Siobhan, with the best of both in her body type and hair alike; the now uncontrollable locks had half curls and half straight lines in a chaotic blend.
Shana's pink eyes sparkled as she asked a servant, "What set them off this time?"
The maid muffled a giggle. "His majesty took offense that Queen LeAnn neglected to include him in a recent sparring exercise. She said she was afraid he would be hurt."
Both Rocky and Shana winced good-naturedly. No doubt there was more to the story. Their daughter wasn't mean-spirited enough to keep her own Caretaker—a former Captain of the Royal Knights—out of a mere practice match. Obviously, Chance had done something to spark the action.
Inside a drawing room of the castle, High Queen LeAnn Protea stood nose-to-nose with her only slightly taller husband and looked near ready to knock him on his decidedly attractive ass. He was only a couple inches taller than her five-ten height, and she had inherited her mother's shapely and strong frame, so he really did not have much of an advantage over her. She also had her Protean lineage's golden brown skin and pink eyes, but her waist-length black hair held visible waves as well as white streaks to harken to her technically half-Delphinian blood.
Rubeo Chance's crystal blue eyes snapped with sparks that indicated his temper could be as fiery as his dark red hair, and the shadows of his power churned inside his eyes as well. Offset against darker brown skin, he had a surprisingly devastating appeal despite his usually reserved nature. Reserve all too often went out the window where his Cultivator wife was concerned, though. There were times where he wasn't sure if he would shake her or kiss her senseless. Kissing her usually won; he loathed the idea of hurting her in any shape or fashion. "You did it on purpose!" he snarled.
"Of course I did!" She shoved him back a step and then tossed her dark hair out of her face. Normally she wore her hair up in double ponytails, but she had left them down after a shower and not bothered to put them back up. If anything, the heavy crown she wore as High Queen sat easier on her head without the up-do; she had considered moving away from it entirely lately. "YOU started the fight by trying to put me under house arrest!" She straightened to her full height and looked every inch a Dual Cultivator and warrior queen. "You're lucky Tasia didn't hear about it!" she challenged.
He grimaced. Tasia happened to be LeAnn's twin soul mate and therefore her personal protector among the Defenders of their generation. Since he was LeAnn's lover soul mate, they clashed frequently when they had conflicting ideas over how to keep their shared soul mate happy and healthy. "I'm surprised you didn't tell her," he muttered.
She smirked. "I figured it was more satisfying to take my own revenge. Now we're even!"
"Ah, trouble in paradise," Rocky said dryly from the doorway. "Have you spent every minute of your marriage arguing?"
"Yes," LeAnn said.
"No," Chance said at the same time, and glared at his wife.
Shana covered a smile. "What started it this time?"
LeAnn crossed her arms. "We had a hopeful moment where I thought I might be pregnant. He promptly forbade me from going anywhere and tried to keep me from doing anything."
Rocky very slowly lifted a brow. "Chance," he said helpfully, "you were there when Shanae was pregnant with LeAnn. You do remember that I and Arista couldn't keep her out of anything, right? You really can't contain any force of nature, let alone Nature Flower Elements!"
"Are you?" Shana asked LeAnn hopefully.
"No." Her gaze lowered as sadness clouded her pink eyes. "I wanted to be. So badly."
Chance forgot all anger at the pain in her voice. The same pain seethed inside him. They had been trying for a year to conceive the child they both wanted so badly. He tugged her into his arms and rocked her back and forth gently. "It'll happen when the time is right," he said into her hair softly.
Rocky and Shana exchanged a smile and then the latter said, "I always knew LeAnn would be perfect for you." Chance looked at her warily and she added impishly, "You've actually turned into a nice guy."
Lacking anything creative to say, he made a single rude gesture toward his former queen and current mother-in-law. She didn't need to rub it in.
(Carnation; Carnation Kingdom)
Alliances crossed Blossom Field like threads woven on a tapestry. Delphinium and Protea had queens who were cousins twice over, while Gladiolus, Daffodil, and Iris had Rulers who were siblings by blood and marriage—Gladiolus and Daffodil by blood as birth brother and sister, and Iris as their shared stepsister. Hyacinth and Orchid had Rulers who had been adopted siblings before each had been subsequently adopted into different royal families, and had ended up marrying twins as well. And, lastly, Carnation and Aster also connected via marriage. Theo's elder brother had married the Ruler Cultivator of Carnation for the Era and therefore become Carnation's latest king.
Like all Carnation Cultivators be they Defender, Ruler, or Dual, Bethany Carnation appeared both beautiful and enchanting to just about anyone who beheld her. Long mahogany hair with red and gold streaks framed bright teal eyes, tanned skin well suited to the Glass element-based desert lands of Carnation, and a surprisingly curvy figure despite her rather petite height. She had been quite well-suited by her Caretaker husband, though, for Terrence Carnation—Terry to his friends—shared his younger brother's overall coloring sans streaks as well as his nearly sultry beauty. He also made no secret of the fact that he was perfectly content with the way his wife could get her way with a smile. Their relationship was very much equal, and they had been mutually wrapped around each other's finger forever. He had his own ways of getting what he wanted when he felt the need for it.
Carnation's personal flower, the red carnation, represented love and pride and beauty, so the people of the world collectively felt a little giddy at seeing their king and queen be so happily married. Sure, all Cultivator-Caretaker pairs were ridiculously in love through their hearts and souls alike, but the pair from Carnation had a reputation for adorable public displays of affection.
Virginia and Michael Donohue had heard all the stories long before they were halfway to the palace. "Your child," Michael told Virginia. A strikingly handsome man in his own right, his brown skin contrasted beautifully against opal hair and silver eyes. His five-eleven height and strong frame served him well as a Commander who protected Edgar; he was in fact the former king's twin soul. The combination of Defender-Commander happened across the entire galaxy, in fact. The same way all eight Defenders of the Elder generation protected the former High Queens, their husbands served as Commanders protecting the former High Kings.
She smirked. "And what's your point?" The former Lower Queen Veronica Carnation, who happened to be the Lead Defender of her generation, had no compunctions about admitting that their adopted daughter was more like herself than her husband, though Beth did have enough of Michael in her to keep things interesting. Virginia had gold eyes and red hair from her lineage, however, as well as a strong body proportioned with curves in such a way that she literally could wear anything. She had spent as much time being a model as she had spent it painting them; the art in nearly all castles had been made by either her or Raine, another artist. "But let's be fair: I've never kissed you on a public street in broad daylight."
"That is true." He eyed her warily as she suddenly stopped walking. He didn't trust her often devious mind. "What?" He got his answer when she suddenly jumped into his arms and kissed him so hotly that his toes curled. They were in broad daylight on a public street. He should have guessed. And it was only the whooping and cheering that gave him the will to break the kiss. "Point proven," he said huskily.
"And nicely too. Whoo." She blew out a breath. They did everything passionately, including fighting and loving. They had no middle ground, not really. "Okay. Now let's see how Beth is handling things."
She was handling things just fine. When they found her and Terry, they were locked in a sparring match in a gym room of the castle. Terry wore workout pants and a black sash that marked him as a master in several styles of physical combat. Beth wore workout pants, a workout bra, and a matching sash. He had a few more styles mastered than she did, but that did not mean she couldn't give him a good run for his money.
The match ended with a surprising suddenness. She snaked under his guard and clipped him in the chin with a fist just hard enough that it knocked him off balance, and she was able to spin him around and knock him flat. She had him pinned before he could move. "Ha!"
"Alright!" Virginia cheered. "That's my girl!"
"Mom!" Beth brightened as she saw her parents in the doorway. She had always considered herself one of the luckiest of the Resurrection Cultivators because she had two full sets of parents to love and be loved by; only Tasia, Raine, and Storm shared that. Her birth parents lived in the capitol city surrounding the palace where they could easily see her anytime. "When'd you get here?"
"Just now," Michael admitted.
"Bethany . . ." Terry said warningly.
"Oops!" She scrambled off her husband and then watched in admiration as he rolled over and flipped to his feet. The way he moved made her pulse flutter happily. She had once tried to count all of his muscles. She had given up halfway through and jumped him instead.
Terry ignored the heat in her eyes to the best of his ability. "What brings you by?" He grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his sweaty hair.
"Just felt like it." Virginia grinned at Beth. "Want a match?"
She grinned back. "Just don't expect me to go easy on you, old lady."
Challenge sparked Virginia's eyes, and she took off her jacket. While, technically, yes at over five thousand years literally and ten thousand metaphorically, Virginia could be called old, the immortal sure did not like to be called it. You were only as old as you felt, and she preferred to feel young. "I'll show you old, kid." Such a smartass she had for a daughter. It did her heart good.
(Hyacinth; Hyacinth Castle)
"She didn't mean that!" the lavender-haired king blurted hastily as he saw the ire rising on the visiting delegate's face.
Beside him, her crown at a cocky angle, his wife narrowed her pine green eyes and said, "Yes, she did! Get out of my castle!" She turned sharply and stalked away across the throne room before she gave in to the urge to kick somebody's ass.
The delegate beat a quick path to the exit. Silas Hyacinth could only sigh and run a hand through his short hair. "Em," he said warningly as he went after his Dual Cultivator wife with warning in his silvery-black eyes. "You promised you'd have more tact!"
Lower Queen Emily Hyacinth merely snorted rudely. "For those that deserve it!" She impatiently yanked off her crown and chucked it to the side before raking both hands through her slate hair to get rid of the careful coifs. She hated styling her hair. She kept it just short enough that she would not be required to curl the stuff each time a formal occasion came around. She hated curls. They bounced.
Silas caught the crown and put it aside. He then caught her around the waist and hauled her up into the air over her indignant yelp. She may have only been three inches shorter than his five-eleven height, and sturdily built, but he had more than enough strength as a demi-god to keep up. He actually had the normal strong build of a physically-oriented combatant; his twin sister, Gail, had a much curvier and rounded frame from being magically-oriented, though they otherwise looked nearly identical.
The slim though long skirts of Emily's Ruler gown fell back, and he grinned as he saw her feet. She was barefoot. "I knew it!"
"I am not wearing high heels!" She wiggled and squirmed, but her husband kept her easily trapped. "Bad enough I have to wear a skirt almost all the time."
"You do know if you hated it as much as you claimed, it'd change, right?" he asked dryly. "Kiegan from Aluria proved that."
She crossed her arms mutinously and considered the merits of turning into something wiggly and slimy. Maybe an electric eel. She could zap him for being heavy handed when he knew she hated it. As a witch, her skill lay in Shapeshifting, so she had read plenty of biology books to learn all manner of different things to change into. A useful skill with her husband around!
Her thoughts scattered when his lips suddenly pressed to her neck. He smiled as he felt her pulse kick into overdrive. "I could always get the dress off you." He held her with one arm so that his other hand could steadily climb her leg under the dress. Despite her protests to the contrary, his wife was sexy as hell, and he knew he was not the only one to think so. She rivaled Beth for that and honestly had no clue. They all found it rather adorable.
"Damn it, stop that!" She let her magic rise until wind began to blow. She carried the Air Flower Element of her world across both magic and majik alike, so had plenty of tricks up her sheer sleeves. Wind nearly always blew on Hyacinth, actually, and rustled the endlessly flat grasslands that hallmarked the temperate world. "I'm warning you, Silas!"
"Alright, alright." He let her go, and a smile teased his lips as he moved back a step. "And anyway, you've already got feathers in your hair. Why add more?"
She stopped in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed. "You bastard." She whirled and rushed across the room to look in a mirror. Sure enough, gold feathers had been tangled into her slate locks. It couldn't be helped, unfortunately. Silas and Gail had been born in the Realm of the Gods, and they therefore had small gold wings. Silas slept with his wings out, so the bed was often covered in feathers. Emily never really could avoid getting some in her hair, though she tried her damnedest.
She turned and went after her Caretaker. He laughingly blocked the first punch and then caught her wrists before she could try again to hit him. "You're foul, mean tempered, and violent," he said. "It makes me wonder why I love you."
"It's because you're stupid!" she scowled.
"We left when you were arguing, and we come back when you're arguing," Alexandria Francisco said dryly from the doorway as her husband and Caretaker, Diaz, grinned beside her. "I feel as if we never left at all!" The former Lower Queen Arista Hyacinth shared almost nothing of her appearance with her daughter, but she shared nearly all of her personality. Alexandria's short blue hair and cloudy white eyes could be seen in the streaks Emily possessed, though. And where Emily had a rich coal skin tone, Alexandria was actually rather fair with plenty of freckles across her face and arms alike—she also stood very tall, passing Shana by an inch exactly. Just enough to have the strength to keep Shana safe as her twin soul. Diaz stood a few inches shorter than Alexandria, though looked not much less powerful, and had bright blond hair paired to strawberry red eyes and tanned skin.
Joy lit Emily's face at seeing her parents, and Silas's heart ached painfully as he saw it. That was why he loved her. Because under her tough exterior was a beautiful, tender, heart that loved generously and endlessly. If he could only see her smile, he would do anything. He let her go and smiled as she ran across the room to hug Alexandria and Diaz equally tight. "Rumor has it she's just like you," he told Alexandria.
Diaz grinned at him. "Rumor has it right, except for the fact that emotional blackmail was involved in getting her to wear her Ruler gown more than once every few months, and she did reluctantly wear heels."
"There was no blackmail involved, thank you," Alexandria retorted on a grin. "And I wore those heels because Shanae wore them, and I needed to stay taller than her for my own sanity."
Emily snorted. "Because it's hard to bodily protect someone taller than you. Gee, know that feeling."
At five-eight, Emily did actually stand in the taller side for her generation, but LeAnn still had her beat by two inches as well as a bit of strength, so fulfilling her duty to protect the High Queen as a Defender could be challenging. Reagan was far easier to protect thanks to being both short and willing to stay back in battle. Proteans? No keeping them back ever. That was why all twin soul mates to a High Ruler had at least an inch of height and whatever strength may be needed to bodily remove said Ruler from danger.
"Now imagine how I feel," Diaz said dryly. "Or, better, Tyson. Rocky almost towers over poor Ty. Never stops us from tackling him flat, though. Makes it funnier, usually. Remind me to tell you about the incident a few months ago."
"Let's not," Alexandria groused. "I lost sleep over that."
Emily grinned. "Now I have to hear it! Since you're here, tell me we can have a big get together and I can wear denims."
"I think there was rumor of that."
"Sweet!" She made a beeline for the door as fast as she could.
Alexandria and Diaz shared a smile with Silas. They would have changed nothing about Emily. They loved her because of everything she was not despite it.
(Gladiolus; Gladiolus Castle)
A long and honored tradition existed on Gladiolus: all Cultivators, Ruler or Defender or Dual, loved to cook. They loved to nurture and care for their loved ones, and they had ages before determined the best way to do it was to feed them. People teasingly said all Gladiolus Cultivators had recipes instead of genes inside their blood, and no Cultivator ever denied it. In the last few years since the kingdom on the rainy world had been resurrected, however, it had come to pass that the same genetic difference existed inside nearly every citizen as well! Gladiolus had ended up with the biggest and best culinary export in the entirety of Blossom Field, and they produced foods that got sold on all planets. People made the long trip just to sample some of the specialties. Whimsically, tourists claimed that the entire planet smelled like pasta and cookies.
It actually was true in some places on the world, and the most prominent was near the palace in the center of the capitol city. The entire castle almost invariably smelled like cookies. The cooks of the palace blamed the king and queen, both of whom loved to cook and bake. Without fail, all cooks and chefs got weekends off and the royal couple made meals for themselves.
It was for that reason that Juliet and Nathaniel Matica got to the palace, smelled the delicious scents coming from the kitchen, and felt not a bit of surprise. The former Lower Queen and King of Gladiolus shared a smile. "He really is your kid after all," Nathaniel told Juliet. A handsome man of taller height, he had coal colored skin, black eyes, and auburn hair that he kept short around his shoulders.
Juliet, formerly Julianna Gladiolus, just smiled. As proof of her lineage, she had long yellow hair and vibrant green eyes, and olive skin that often called attention. "And the fact that Stormy turned this into a cultural icon is evidence that he is yours." She sniffed the air. "Let's follow our noses. He and Kari smell like they're up to decadence."
Lower King Storm Gladiolus and his Caretaker wife, Kari, actually happened to be up to their elbows in cookie dough and chocolate chips. Flour was smudged across Storm's tanned face. Chocolate had smudged on Kari's fairer skin. The oven dinged. "Aw crap," Kari said.
Storm glanced over his shoulder and lifted an ash brown brow. The oven door opened, and the casserole that had been cooking obediently floated out and over to the cooling rack. As a Dual Cultivator of Gladiolus, he had the Thunder Flower Element of his world, and as a witch, he had the skills of Finding and Telekinesis. He also had the much rarer Pattern Mastery; the latter proved the most powerful of his abilities, but his mind had more than enough strength to move objects without touching them.
Proof of connections between worlds, Storm looked a fair bit like his elder sister Raine with the same coloring across the board—though he had yellow and green streaks—as well as the same slender but clearly strong build. Kari looked like no one else thanks to usual auburn eyes and beautifully rusty colored hair no artist had been able to replicate in paint; Virginia and Raine kept trying anyway. She also had a lean though softly curved frame thanks to being a runner, but she actually spent as much time as a clay sculptor as she did a chef.
"Do you realize how incredible it smells outside?" Juliet said from the doorway.
Storm shot her a grin. "Probably as good as it smells inside." Blithely he continued, "There's plenty for all of us, so grab a chair."
Juliet eyed her adopted son warily. "Alright. How did you know?"
"Lots of reasons." He finished putting dough on his trays and popped them into another oven. Several had been situated around the enormous castle kitchen. "Mostly it was just timing. It felt right. Theo sensed that we'd have visitors, so I calculated your last location and knew when you'd get here."
"I blame you for that," Juliet told Nathaniel. "I think he got part of your legal advisor brain."
"Goddess help me," Kari said under her breath.
Storm beamed. "At least you're not bored." He leaned over to kiss her cheek and then rested his head on her shoulder. "Let's have dinner then we can plan to meet up with everyone else. We can even bring cookies."
"Not that you planned that either."
"Who me? Never."
(Statice; Statice Castle)
Of all the kingdoms in Blossom Field, Statice had always been the most unusual for it had had only one Ruler and one Defender—the same person as a Dual—since the beginning of Time. Only with the advent of the Resurrection Era had that shown possibility of change when a second Dual Cultivator of Statice had been born, though she had neither been born to the previous one nor even born within that Era. Again, Statice and its Memory Flower Element tended to be the odd one in the family.
Lower Queen Racine Statice served both as the current and second Ruler of Statice, but she also served as the Apprentice Librarian to the Hall of Records within the Ephemeral Plane where the memories of all living creatures were housed. The Hall maintained the flow of Time itself, and only the Librarians had full access to its shelves, though witches could knock on the door and ask to see things about their own past lives. To maintain the flow of Time was to watch over past, present, and future and ensure everything continued to move smoothly without interference. It did happen; they called those Paradoxal Pivots, and both Librarians had seen their share.
Being Apprentice meant that Racine only acted as a sort of sidekick for her mother who was the full Librarian with full powers and skills related therein. Normally, the two had shared oversight of the Hall while also filling duties as a Dual Cultivator, but when Racine had ascended the throne two years before, her mother had decided to take a real vacation for the first time in millions of years and had left the Hall wholly in her Apprentice's hands as well.
A soft fluctuation through the Hall told Racine when Clara Castlera had returned to reclaim her hourglass, the item that marked her role. "Mom's back," she told her husband as she looked over from where she had been reading an immigration report. Statice's position at the end of the galaxy behind Protea—and Iris' end position behind Delphinium—meant the two worlds had to be checked into before ships coming from other galaxies could go any further.
Allister Statice looked up from the chess game he was playing. Across from him sat their eight-year-old daughter and future heir to the throne. Relisha had been winning, much to her father's reluctant amusement. Her twin brother, Percival, sat on the floor and avidly sketched a portrait of the small fae that was Allister's sidekick and familiar. Both twins had their mother's mink brown hair and their father's vibrant green eyes as well as a lighter version of their mother's bronze skin. Racine's eye color matched her hair, and Allister had smoky gray hair to go with his fair skin. Since she stood at five-nine and he at six-foot, both twins also skirted the tall side. "I hope she and Sam enjoyed their vacation," Allister said.
"I'm still confused," Percival told Racine. "How come our grandpa is also our uncle?"
"Strange quirks of adoption and two brothers being more alike than is good for your mother and grandmother's sanity," she grumbled.
Allister's elder brother, Samuel, was Clara's husband Caretaker, and had also adopted Racine, so that made him her father and brother-in-law alike. However, because Allister had himself always seen Sam as more of a father than a brother due to his brother raising him, it felt less confusing than it seemed. A lot of people actually forgot Allister wasn't his son at all despite the fact that the brothers nearly passed for twins personally; Sam just stood a few inches taller—a necessity as Rocky's twin soul mate. Clara herself was the same height as their daughter, and eerily did look enough like Racine to be her mother. They shared the same skin tone and some similar features though Clara had the lavender eyes and pink hair alike to the pink statice flower of their world.
Allister grinned swiftly. "Sam blames Destiny for all of it."
"Well, who else would have made it so complicated?" She stretched largely. "I guess I better go say hi and give her back her authority. Pity. I was hoping they'd take a longer break. I liked being entirely in charge. It felt . . . right."
Melina, the fae, looked at her curiously. "You think you're ready to take over?" she asked.
"Well, I certainly think she is," came Clara Castlera's voice from the doorway to the family room. She smiled when all eyes turned, and she held tighter to Sam's hand when he laced their fingers together. "I think the time has come for me to retire. The Hall showed no ill effects for not having my presence, and I noticed a few things had happened that I had entirely not seen with my Sight or even sensed—but you did, and handled. I always thought that that would be my sign of the change, and it is."
"Given how long you served," Sam told her, "I think you're more than ready to retire. I didn't notice you once worry while we were away."
"How could I?" She smiled up at him and then at their daughter. "I had Racine there. From the day I met her, she made sense of everything to me. How I could love Shana and Siobhan, especially Shana, so much more than any other High Princesses I had ever served. Maybe a little reciprocity could be involved, but it was truly a sign of change, as Time herself told me once. We will do the transfer within this week and make it formal. The Resurrection Era and all Eras beyond shall belong to you, Racine." A thought occurred, and she blinked. "Well. How . . . odd."
"What's that?" Allister asked.
"I was just thinking over what would be involved for the transfer, and it occurred that, well, we need someone with Memory power who is not the current or future Librarian, and perhaps oddly conveniently, we have exactly that in Tasia. She has very tactfully not used her Memory majik for much because she feels that's our special job, but the fact is that she is the High Priestess of the Plane as wholly as she is of Protea given the two being inexorably linked, and she can in fact serve in lieu of Pallas as Archon, Allister as Knight, or even us as Librarian."
Allister had known about Tasia's ability to step in, yet he had not realized the full ramifications of such a thing. "Do you suppose Destiny planned for that as well?"
Clara and Racine looked at each other. They were not allowed to see their own futures; at least, no more than the extremely metaphorical and often deeply interpretive visions that Racine had through her All Sight. Clara's own All Sight tended to be more literal, so she could only see things where she was not involved. However . . . at that very moment, neither of them could see anything. The futures surrounding all Cultivators and Caretakers, Elder and younger alike, had gone entirely murky and vague.
"Destiny's planning for something," Racine said softly. "That's for sure."
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