Emma’s anger for the queen daunted the more as a result of this new piece of information that the latter had just revealed to them. The queen descended from the lineage of that powerful breed? Wow, does she possess the power? She thought, deciding to ask that, since the squirrel didn’t want to even though he was hungering for that particular answer.

“Do you have that power residing within you? You know, you are, obviously, a descendent of your grandmother.” She queried, finding a sitting position on the bed once again-calm enough to sit down again.

“I should. But honestly, I don't know. I heard that it would lay dormant...