_Showtime. _

I glanced down at the audience below; elven women gossiping quietly, roughish centaur men, impish fae children, and far more creatures of Endoria scattered across.

So many creatures with their lives at stake.

I gripped the bejeweled podium, taking a breath.

“Eons ago, our blessed Three Sisters graced our land,

Euoria of the Sun, Loura of the Moon, and Xarne of the Stars. We were a land of unrequited equality and shared magic,”

Murmurs spiked the crowd. I held my breath with palpable fear.

“But now,” I shut my eyes, letting the words gather to my core. “We are a nation divided.”

The crowd silenced.

“The Minstry of Zoa has numbed our land and devoid it of its once thriving magic.” I let my eyes skim towards the Minsitry who sat upon shimmering thrones of gold, shock lacing their faces.

“I lost my father to theses horrors. Do you wish for more injustice in the endless system of cruelty?“

“Enough!” The Minsitry’s leader, Sir Olank, rose from his throne, fury coursing through his veins. “Enough of this nonsense. Arrest the child.”

_No. _

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I allowed the trails of flames to rise from my skin, burning the halo of guards approaching me from all sides. The scene was overtaken by a golden haze.

Screams from the crowd ricochet.

“There will be freedom once more,” I whisper. And soon, I was rising with heat flowing past my bones like an easy current. The crowd gawked at me with awe.