PRINCESS OF SOULS #2 Selestra

#2 Selestra

I stride through the stone halls, ivory snaking to my shoulders where the shimmer of my dress begins. They're meant to be safeguard for my visions, but sometimes they feel more like a leash to stop me from going wild.

To keep my magic at bay until the time is right.

I'm not a prisoner..

I always tell myself this, I'm just not supposed to touch anyone.

Outside the Grand Hall, a line of people gathers in a stretch of soon-to-be corpses. Most are dressed in rags and first that cakes them like a second skin, but a few are smothered in jewels. A mix of the poor, the wealthy, and those who fall in between.

All of them are desperate to cheat death.

The festival of predictions happens once a year, during the month of the Red Moon, where anyone from across the Six Isles can wait for a prediction from the king's witch.