Prologue
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All was quiet on Mykonos — the Island of the Winds, everyone sound asleep as the the 2 AM hour approached . . . or at least almost everyone. Deep in a cave just off the island's coast, time was lost to a group of people, gathered around a stone carving on the wall and speaking in their native tongue — Greek.
"If she is the last of her kind —" said an older woman, the illuminated wand in her hand casting dark shadows upon her sunken features.
"We do not know if she is one of them," snapped another, even older woman, her dark grey eyes glaring at the first.
"Kleio," came a greying man's calming voice, "every piece of the prophecy thus far points to her being the one we've waited for."
"And what if the final piece does not match?" said the second woman — Kleio — gravely. "If you wish to make that mistake be my guest, Adonis, but I will not anger the gods because you could not wait for the last piece of the prophecy to be fulfilled."
"If we are right, it will have been worth it!" the first woman insisted. "We can save her now!"
"Have you ever stopped to consider that she does not need to be saved now?" said a second man, his head bare of hair, but in its place sat tan-colored Lumen runes. "The prophecy is about timing . . ."
"Kleio and Pavlos are right," said a third man with a long, twisting, white beard and eyes that nearly matched. "You must be patient, Eos. The girl's pilgrimage will —"
"— be too late!" Eos argued, shining the tip of her wand on the last section of the wall's stone carving. "We should skip to the end now!"
"The girl is not ready," Kleio seethed.
"The Lord of Darkness is," said Adonis darkly. "We cannot just sit around and wait for her to come of-age."
"There is still the matter of tradition, Adonis," said the white-bearded man sharply. "That is something I will not simply push aside."
"Do not be foolish, Theseus," said Eos ruefully.
"You will not speak to the Council leader that way," Kleio reprimanded.
"It is you two who are being foolish," Pavlos defended, pointing his glowing wand between Eos and Adonis. "You dare question the prophecy? The gods?"
"Elders!" cried a young woman as she rushed into the dark chamber, her own wand illuminated. "I'm sorry to interrupt — it's — he's sent his — his —" She was out of breath and panicked.
"Calm down, child," said Theseus with both urgency and kindness. "What has happened?"
"The Lord of Darkness!" she said with horror in her eyes. "His servants — the Death Eaters — they're here!"
Eos and Adonis cast a glare to the others as if to say "I told you so."