Magic's call came three days later.
By then, the Fatesworn's records of my visions had carried across Haven to the Fatesworn, High Valley, and even the northern continent. There had been questions, of course, far more than I could answer, and many still refused to believe that ancient seals and enchantments could fail across the whole of Enusia.
They would learn.
Luxxa met us outside the cathedral with an armful of reports. She looked rather pleased as she told me that the last messengers had returned, and that several academies were asking for copies of my visions.
"For their libraries," she explained. "They want a permanent record."
"O-oh. Well, I suppose that's fine." I glanced at the thick bundle in her arms, wondering how much of it had come from our conversations in Haven. "Just make sure they know some of those things might not happen exactly as I saw them."
"Of course, my Lady."
