We witches were given a precious gift, and with that gift comes a sacred task. The Ancients bestowed magic on us for one purpose: to use for the good, the true, and the beautiful.
My cousin intends to twist this purpose with vicious lies. I feel them spreading through my court like poison, a little more every day, infecting even my closest advisors.
I fear I can no longer stop her. The worst is imminent. Tonight, I will go to the stones and ask for Wisdom’s help.
—FROM THE DIARY OF QUEEN ALTHEA THE GOOD
