Traitor
disappointment to him. Before, that look had always hurt my pride and my feelings. Now it just pissed me off.
    “No,” he said coldly. “I came here for two reasons. First, I heard about what happened on the island during the battle scenario. Is it true that your power didn’t affect any of the animals possessed by the sickness?”
    I swallowed uncomfortably. I didn’t exactly have happy memories of the battle scenario. What happened on the Canrack Islands was supposed to have been our final test to see if we were fit for the battlefront. But it had ended up a complete disaster. The madness that was now spreading through the animals in Maldobar like a disease had already infected the whole island. We had barely made it out of there alive. Well … most of us, anyway.
    “Yes,” I answered at last, letting my gaze fall to the floor.
    Sile’s brow furrowed deeply, like this wasn’t part of his grand master scheme. “Then my second reason for being here will be much more difficult than we anticipated.”
    “Why? What are you talking about?”
    “You have to go into Luntharda.” He looked at me squarely, like he was daring me to refuse. “Knowing the jungle won’t obey you is going to make that very complicated.”
    I practically had to scrape my jaw off the floor of Mavrik’s stall. “Are you insane? I can’t go in there! I barely made it off that island, and that was only because Felix dragged me out!”
    “You don’t have choice.” Sile rolled his eyes like I was the one being unreasonable. “Your power hasn’t fully manifested yet. And you’re going to need it—all of it—very soon. So a ritual must be performed, you must be chosen publically, and we’re running out of time for that to happen. The longer we wait the further the sickness will spread. More and more people will die.”
    “What ritual? How do you even know all of this?” I tried to ask.
    He acted like he hadn’t heard my question. “The abilities you’re using now are child’s play compared to what you are truly capable of. You have to perform the ritual, otherwise you’ll keep collapsing every time you try to use too much power. That’s part of the balance.”
    I was struggling to keep up with what he was saying. Actually wrapping my mind around it was something I’d have to work on later. I spent a lot of my spare time trying to figure out the things Sile told me, so it’s not like this was anything new.
    “Are you even listening?” He swatted the back of my head to get my attention again. “Quit standing there gaping like a beached fish and remember what I’m telling you.”
    “Sile, I can’t go in there,” I argued. “If the jungle doesn’t kill me, the gray elves definitely will. They hate me every bit as much as humans do. And they’ll hate me even more when they see me dressed like a dragonrider. They’ll cut my head off before I even get a word out.”
    He gave me another weird, sadistic grin. It was probably the most disturbing thing I had ever seen. “You should be so lucky. Your mother’s people aren’t as forgiving as humans. And they don’t offer quick, painless deaths to their enemies.”
    I swallowed hard.
    “But you’ll be fine, more or less.” He didn’t sound worried at all, even as he grabbed the front of my tunic and yanked me closer. He stuck his hand down the front of it and started feeling around. I was about to take another swing at him when he pulled out my mother’s necklace.
    I tried to snatch it back from him. “Hey!”
    “Good. You still have it,” he said with a sigh of relief. “Keep it on you at all times. Never take it off. Understood?”
    I shot him a glare. “It’s just a necklace. It doesn’t mean anything.”
    As much as I wanted to believe that, my heart wasn’t convinced. A haunting memory from two years ago, when I was a fledgling, came back to me as soon as he brought it up. A gray elf had recognized it, and even asked where I’d gotten it. I had almost
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