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    “What do you think we'll find when we get up there?” He asked. Terra shrugged, looking up through the branches of the fir trees at the sky. A few stars twinkled down on them.
    “An old man, mostly. Hopefully one with answers.”
    Lance thought about that, then sighed. “I hear The Great Sage is crazy, though. Will we even be able to understand what he tells us?”
    “Probably not, not easily. We'll have to meditate on it, and he might make us drink awful tasting potions so we can see as he sees. The man who adopted my sister and I went to see him once, to see what he should do with us. I guess we were unruly when we were toddlers.”
    Lance chuckled. “Everyone is unruly when they're toddlers. I used to babysit my cousins. They were terrors!”
    “Really? Well, he told us we were little monsters, and that The Great Sage did nothing but give him the foulest tasting drink he had ever had. He didn't even have visions after drinking it. He just puked for days.”
    They both laughed at that, relaxing into the safety of their bubble under the stars. Lance shuffled closer to Terra, his hand brushing against hers. It hesitated, and then held her fingers, warming them both.
    “Lance,” Terra started, unsure of what she wanted to say. She just wanted to understand. She wanted to understand what he was feeling, so that she could understand what she was feeling. Her chest ached.
    “Do you ever wonder about your fate?” He asked her. His eyes seemed to be searching for something in the sky, until they turned to look into hers. Then he was searching for something within her. Something she wasn't sure she had.
    Terra pulled her hand away, wrapping her arms around her legs and shivering. “I don't know. I know about The Fates. I know what they expect. But I don't know what the world expects, what people want of me. I don't know what I want of me. Everything is too confusing to see the future, where I'm headed. Maybe I'll wear a crown. Maybe I'll die in a ditch.”
    Unsatisfied, Lance placed his chin in his hand, hunching over. “You are very strange, Terra Neithercutt. Do you want to wear the crown one day?”
    “No,” she said, needing not even one second to answer.
    “No? Really? Isn't it your destiny?”
    She shook her head. “It's my sister's destiny. Even if I were the oldest, I left. I avoided marriages for power. I want nothing to do with it. I want control over my life, the kind of control that I would never have in a throne.”
    “You want freedom.”
    “Yes. Freedom to be me. To run away if I need to. To never lie about my feelings to avoid war. To find my mother, even while my country refuses to do so.”
    “The pursuit of freedom can be its own kind of leash.” Lance laid back on the ground, his arms out wide.
    Terra ached to be in those arms, and so she laid on his chest, listening to the thumping in his chest. “I just want to choose for myself.”
    Lance pressed his fingers against her chin, tipping her head up. He looked deep into her eyes. Neither of them understood each other, but they both desired that freedom.
    His lips touched hers, and suddenly her freezing body was on fire. They kissed like that, their fingers running through each other's hair, for a long time. They tore off pieces of clothing with their lips still pressed together. They explored body parts, running their fingers over soft skin.
    Terra rubbed her fingers along Lance's neck. He shivered, then bit her bottom lip. The way his lips felt against hers, the passion between them, made Terra fully aware of her feelings for him. Though they only barely knew each other, she burned for him, and she knew that whatever they might share, it was their destiny.
    She felt overwhelmed by anxiety. Her arms pulled him closer to her, clinging to him as she panted for him. “I don't want to let go of you.”
    “You don't have to.”
    “I'm scared I might,” she said, pressing her face into his neck. “I'm scared of what we'll find at the