Forsaken (Fated Saga Fantasy Series Book 8) Read Online Free PDF

anxiety.
    When the Banon had confided in her months ago, of this upcoming task, she’d never dreamed she’d be a part of it.
    It was a month long quest. In which a select group of Svoda would venture out into the world to search for a potential new home, or at the least, a potential second home. It was no secret that the island was getting a little crowded; their population had grown a lot since their original arrival hundreds of years prior.
    Plus there was a small underground of people getting restless. Rumored to want to break off from the Svoda completely and start their own magical clan. No one knew who the instigator of this underground was, but the debates on the subject were becoming more widespread. The Banon and the Viancourt were against this course of action and hoped that by offering them something new, it would settle the issue.
    Life on the island was fairly easy, routine and safe, and had been for many years.
    But some of the people were getting restless. They wanted to travel and see the world. To see what life off the island was like. They wanted out of the routine. The problem with that being, the more people off the island living in the non-magical world, the higher the chance of their magical secret being discovered.
    And if the Banon started giving permission to leave the island, even to just one person, he’d have to give it to anyone that wanted it. As it stood right now, only members of the Viancourt, the Banon or the police (the Balaton), could leave the island without permission. But had to file reports when they did so and it had to be work related.
    All others that came and went had to enter via a magical portal inside an old fortress, which extended just off the island. It was not heavily used. But guarded carefully.
    Once this quest was over, they might have a second home and people could choose whether to stay or go, or travel between the two. She worried it would not appease those undergrounders that wanted to break off and start their own clan. Not her problem though. She was a seer. The Viancourt and the Banon would have to deal with any rebellious sorts.
    She stepped out the building and just as she started down the steps, a carriage pulled up. A man in his upper twenties hopped down, greeting her.
    “Hello, Ian,” she returned.
    There was a small boy sitting where Ian had just been. Juliska waved and the boy giggled and looked down, shyly.
    Ian laughed. “Good kid. Bored though, riding around with me today. My father needed a break from the little tike,” he explained.
    “He’s adorable. You’re lucky to be able to take him with you.”
    “Very. And he behaves ridiculously well. So I’m very lucky. Anyway… just returning from dropping Vian Chase at her home and figured I’d double back and see if anyone else needed a ride tonight.”
    “Actually, Ian, your timing is perfect. I do need a ride.”
    She accepted his help into the carriage and told him where to take her. The carriage lurched forward. Even though Ian was always smiling, there was a constant layer of sadness behind it. His wife, Isabella, had died almost a year ago. Not too long after her father. So sad, to leave behind a small child. She wondered how little Ivan handled it. Maybe he was too young to remember. She had nothing to gear early childhood memories by, being that she had no recollection of her life before she was eleven.
    Slowly the carriage rolled along the cobblestone streets toward her mother’s home. It was a balmy summer evening, which meant the streets were bustling. Even a bit crowded, it was pleasant to ride in the open carriage and breathe the clean salty air.
    The sun was going down. Lanterns sparking to life, casting golden glows down to the cobblestone walkways below. She didn’t understand why people wanted to leave the island. They could live freely here. They didn’t have to hide who they were. And even though it was a bit crowded, it was easy to get to know people.
    It was also