Lancelin’s P.O.V

“Mauve?” Miaka asked surprised as we all rushed out of the dungeons. “But she’s dead.”

“Yes and she’s left behind a disciple.” I spoke through gritted teeth as betrayal made my blood boil. “Martin.”

“How’s that possible? Martin is without any magean powers.” Acelin said as he rushed to keep up with my strides. “He’s no better than a human.”

“Have you heard of dark mages?” I asked them both, pausing for just an instant so I could look at their faces and instantly, Miaka’s eyes widened. “You have, haven’t you? Tell me everything you know.”

Miaka might only be sixteen in human years but she had the...