“But I told her of Theo, Clear, and of myself. I told her of how we read from the Swords of the old Alenian Gods, of Camryn and Sinister and Helix, and how once Oak is healed, he will read from a Sword, and together, they will bring down Contique. 

And in response, Grace looked at me with a confused look. “And what about me?” she asked. 

“Will you help us?” I had asked. 

She nodded, but that was not what she meant. Despite it all, her fear of failure, of being less than others, still persisted. If I had realized that sooner, perhaps this story may have been told differently.”