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FATE NOT CHOSEN (BOOK ONE)

CHAPTER ONE:
"Youā€™re not blocking fast enough!ā€ Nathan paced, his boots crushing the dry grass. He pointed his sword at my chest. ā€œIf this were a real fight, youā€™d be dead quicker than a jackrabbit can jump for cover. Come on, Isabelle! Put those skinny arms to good use, and block!ā€ He swung the blade toward me, his muscles bulging through the thin cotton shirt.

ā€œGive me a break,ā€ I said as I fended off his attack. ā€œWe put the final touches on my sword yesterday. Iā€™m not used to it yet.ā€ I stepped backward, light on my feet, and rubbed my forehead. The morning had just begun, and I could already tell that today was going to be a scorcher.

ā€œOh, poor Isabelle ā€¦ā€ Nathan mocked, putting a hand over his heart. ā€œDoes the delicate little thing want me to go easier?ā€ He spoke as if I were a baby, not seventeen years old.

Grinning through his red beard, he pushed a few strands of hair away from his blue eyes. Sweat dripped off his brow, sliding down his round face and falling into his beard, but it didnā€™t deter him. Nothing ever did. Nathan was as hard as granite, and I envied his ability to stay strong through all kinds of circumstances.

I laughed, wrapping my fingers tighter against the leather handle. ā€œGo easier? Never.ā€ Squinting my eyes against the sun, I shifted and danced on the balls of my feet.

ā€œThatā€™s my girl!ā€ Nathanā€™s blue eyes lit up as he surged forward, his blade coming down on me.

This time, I felt ready and blocked with fierce determination.

ā€œThatā€™s better.ā€ He nodded approvingly, stepping back.

ā€œHey, Iz!ā€

I turned around and grinned. ā€œStefan!ā€ I sheathed my weapon and ran through the garden, carefully navigating through the row of carrots to the dirt road. Stefan opened his arms wide, enveloping me in a warm hug as I reached him. We broke apart and held each other at armā€™s length, wearing matching sloppy grins.

ā€œFencing on Gods Day? You never cease to surprise me,ā€ Stefan said.

ā€œYou always work on Gods Day; whatā€™s the difference?ā€ I asked.

ā€œMail waits for no one.ā€ He shrugged nonchalantly.

We measured our days in increments of seven. On First Day through Fifth Day, we worked, followed by Kings Day and Gods Day. On Kings Day people petitioned their leaders about problems they faced. On Gods Day, everyone visited family, feasted, or prayed to the Gods in the temples. Many considered Gods Day a day of rest and relaxation.

ā€œWhat are you doing here?ā€ I asked. ā€œWhy arenā€™t you at work with Mr. Travers?ā€

Stefan pushed his dirty blonde hair back from his pale blue eyes and grinned. ā€œMr. Travers sent me on a special assignment. Iā€™ve got a delivery just for you.ā€

ā€œSpecial assignment?ā€ I raised my eyebrows. ā€œMore like you begged.ā€

He laughed and kicked at the tall grass growing on the edge of the dirt road. ā€œAll right, you caught me.ā€

ā€œIā€™m glad you did. Itā€™s so nice to see you,ā€ I answered delightedly, letting my hands fall down to my sides. ā€œI didnā€™t think Iā€™d get to see you until Mavaā€™s celebration tonight.ā€ Stefan was like a ray of sunshine, and I couldnā€™t help but feel happy around him.

He grinned and opened the flap of his leather bag, pulling out a medium-size parcel wrapped with twine and stamped with a red seal. He handed it to me.

ā€œWhat is it?ā€ I tilted my head with confusion as I accepted the package.

Stefan shrugged. ā€œI donā€™t know. Mr. Travers said a new post rider came thundering in this morning making all kinds of racket down Shop Street. He threw the letters and your package at him before taking off again faster than a fox after a chicken.ā€ He shook his head and rolled his eyes. ā€œYou should have seen Mr. Travers when I came in this morning.

ā€œIn a foul mood, muttering curses and banging everything with his cane, going on and on about the new rider who woke him up at the crack of dawn. I think he was happy to send me off and get the parcel out of the post room. He kept staring at it like it was going to open up on its own and eat him.ā€ He stuck his thumbs in his front pockets, shifting his feet side to side.

ā€œOh Travers, what does he know?ā€ I rolled my eyes and put a hand on my hip. ā€œHardly anybody sends anything magical through the post and especially not to Saren. He should know farmers and magic donā€™t mix.ā€

ā€œYeah, well, he still canā€™t seem to forget that time Benner ordered that ā€˜Grow plants in a dayā€™ potion or whatnot and it spilled onto Sillaā€™s seed packets. In a matter of minutes, the whole post room erupted in plants. It took us weeks to clear out the mess.ā€ Stefan shuddered.

ā€œYes, but that was a year and a half ago, and Iā€™m pretty sure Benner learned his lesson,ā€ I said.

ā€œOh yeah, he wonā€™t be doing that again.ā€ He nodded.

ā€œI bet itā€™s that pocket-size book I ordered for Nathan. His birthday is coming up soon,ā€ I whispered, holding the package to my side. ā€œAt any rate, I donā€™t think Travers should be too worriedā€”ā€

ā€œHey! I thought we were supposed to be fencing,ā€ Nathan interrupted, calling from the dry patch of grass we called the practice area behind the garden. ā€œStefan can chase after you at the celebration tonight.ā€

I glanced at my adoptive father over my shoulder; he had both hands on his hips, and his foot tapped in the grass. Little puffs of dirt rose from the ground around his leather boots. Those that did not know him would have found him intimidating, with his stern glare and large, muscular form. But I knew better. Underneath that hard exterior was a man as soft as butter.

ā€œAll right, Iā€™m coming!ā€ I faced Stefan.

ā€œYou and that sword,ā€ he laughed. ā€œYouā€™re the only girl in Saren brave enough to pick one up.ā€

ā€œIf the men in Aberron stopped acting like itā€™s a crime, then Iā€™m sure weā€™d see more women with swords tied to their belts. We have just as much a right to defend ourselves as men do,ā€ I said indignantly.

ā€œAnd youā€™re going to be the one to change that?ā€ Stefan smirked.

I nodded. ā€œThatā€™s right, I am.ā€

ā€œYou know what?ā€ he said suddenly. ā€œI believe you will.ā€

I grinned. ā€œThanks for delivering the package to me. See you at the party tonight.ā€

Stefan leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. ā€œSee you.ā€

I blushed, stumbling backward as I waved farewell.

ā€œHey, none of that!ā€ Nathan protested. ā€œYouā€™re too young to be thinking romance.ā€

I walked to Nathan until I stood an armā€™s length away, package in hand. ā€œAnd yet we are going to Mavaā€™s wedding celebration tonight. You know sheā€™s only a few months older than I am.ā€

ā€œYeah, well ā€¦ I donā€™t have a say in Mavaā€™s life like I do yours.ā€ Nathan glanced at the parcel. ā€œSo, whatā€™s in the box?ā€

ā€œOh, nothing important.ā€ I shrugged. ā€œIā€™m pretty sure itā€™s something I ordered from Carasmille.ā€

He snorted. ā€œDonā€™t tell me itā€™s another book. We can barely hold the ones we have. The study is crammed full.ā€

I leaned forward and lightly slapped his arm. ā€œYouā€™re the one who encouraged me to read in the first place, and itā€™s not my fault we live in the smallest farming community in Aberron. The only information we ever get in Saren is through books.ā€

ā€œAll right, you win that battle,ā€ he conceded, folding his arms.

I grinned. ā€œThought so.ā€ I trotted back to the garden, setting the package down at the base of the apple tree.

I faced Nathan again and unsheathed my blade. ā€œYou ready to practice?ā€

He drew his sword and smiled so wide it reached his eyes. ā€œIā€™m always ready. Letā€™s do this.ā€

ā€œIsabelle, Nathan.ā€ Adel called to us from the back door.

ā€œOh, what now?ā€ Nathan groaned, his shoulders slumping.

I laughed. ā€œMight as well give up. We can practice again tomorrow.ā€

ā€œFine, but no interruptions, not even if the King himself shows up.ā€ He pointed his saber at my chest.

ā€œAgreed.ā€

We sheathed our swords and trudged through the garden to the house. Nathan pulled on the door handle and gestured for me to go first. I smiled and thanked him as I walked into the kitchen, Nathan following right behind. Unbuckling our weapons from our belts, we hung them on the hooks adjacent to the door.

ā€œOh, my package!ā€ I wrenched open the back door and ran through the garden to the apple tree, picking it up.

ā€œIsabelle, your breakfast is getting cold!ā€ Adel shouted from the open door, aiming a wooden spoon at me.

ā€œIā€™m coming,ā€ I said, turning away from the tree, package in hand.

A heavy aroma of eggs and bacon filled the kitchen. I set the package on the kitchen table and sat by Nathan, pulling a heaping plate to me. Adel sat across from us.

ā€œWhatā€™s this?ā€ Adel asked, picking up the parcel with her thin fingers, her brown eyes probing.

ā€œOh, itā€™s nothing important. Just a book I ordered.ā€ I shrugged.

ā€œGood luck finding a spot to put it.ā€ Adel laughed, setting the package on the table with a light thump.

ā€œYou too?ā€ I pursed my lips. ā€œHonestly, I expected you both to be better. Donā€™t encourage someone to read if you donā€™t want to have a house littered with books.ā€

Adel lifted her hands up in mock surrender.

I changed the subject. ā€œDo you have Mavaā€™s dress ready?ā€

She nodded. ā€œYes, and Iā€™m going to need your help with the last fitting and getting her ready. I canā€™t believe that girl is getting married already. I remember holding her as a newborn.ā€

ā€œSheā€™s going to be so happy with Carl.ā€ I imagined the two of them together. Mava, with amber eyes that danced, an infectious smile, and an overall warm manner. Carl, with his dark brown hair, smooth and friendly face, tall frame, broad shoulders, and toned muscles. He was as handsome as they came in Saren. Mava and Carl were perfect for each other.

ā€œOh, Gods forbid. Look at the time.ā€ Adel glanced anxiously at the clock. ā€œWeā€™ve got to get ready.ā€ She stood, smoothing out the lines of her brown dress. She grabbed some dishes and took them to the washing basin.

I shoveled in a few bites of breakfast, hardly tasting it, and gulped down some milk. I stood, grabbing my plate, and setting it with the rest of the dirty dishes Adel piled up.

Within the hour we loaded everything into the cart.

ā€œI set a dress on your bed, and I want you to wear it. It will bring out the green in your eyes,ā€ Adel said. ā€œHurry up and change and meet me downstairs.ā€

I took my package with me as I headed upstairs to change. I set it on my bed. Iā€™d open it when I had time.

Nathan flicked the reins as I climbed into the cart. Amber trotted at a leisurely pace up the dusty dirt packed road. A warm breeze tickled my face. I breathed in the scent of freshly cut hay from the nearby fields.

Shop street came into view, housing the main row of businesses. On Gods Day, the stores closed midday so proprietors could spend time with their families. Nathan carefully navigated our cart past Mr. Vander while nodding a greeting. I let my eyes trail by Mr. Traverā€™s post, Jenstenā€™s butcher shop, and Agathaā€™s bakery. Few people were out trailing the boardwalk, mostly women with baskets in hand and children in tow. Their husbands no doubt toiled in the heat gathering their harvest. It had been a good year for farming.

I reached over and put my hand on Nathanā€™s arm. ā€œWill you let me off at the market? I promised Mava Iā€™d bring her a bag of peppermint sticks. Itā€™ll just take a moment.ā€

ā€œWeā€™ll wait.ā€ He pulled up short in front of the store. I hopped down and hurried inside, taking care to avoid Mrs. Coltrane and her three little ones as I passed.

Mr. Bryder looked up from the inventory book and smiled at me. ā€œHello Isabelle, what can I do for you today?ā€ His dark brown eyes twinkled underneath a set of black bushy eyebrows.

ā€œHello Mr. Bryder.ā€ I returned the smile as I walked up to the counter. ā€œIā€™d like a bag of peppermint sticks please.ā€

ā€œComing right up.ā€ He reached for a paper sack and took the lid off a glass jar filled with peppermint.

The door jingled, signaling another customer. Distaste bloomed as I turned my head to see who had come in. Josiah and Ned, my two biggest tormenters. Their eyes scanned the shop before lighting upon me.

Josiah strolled forward, his blue eyes perusing me. Ned followed silently.

Josiah whistled. ā€œYouā€™re a vision today Isabelle.ā€

I fought against an eyeroll as I waited for the ensuing barb.

Ned nudged Josiahā€™s arm. ā€œSheā€™s missing something.ā€ To me he said, ā€œYou donā€™t have your gut sticker.ā€

ā€œItā€™s called a sword,ā€ I said shortly, unable to help myself.

Mr. Bryder deftly inserted himself. ā€œThatā€™ll be three Starlets Isabelle.ā€

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small purse. I fished around it for the right coins. Aberron had a simple currency system with only three coins to deal with: gold, silver, and copper. All our gold coins were stamped with a picture of a sun. We called them Sundals. Silver coins had the moon stamped on them, called Moonels. Copper coins had a star, called Starlets.

I handed over the Starlets as Josiah spoke. ā€œOf course she donā€™t have her gut sticker, canā€™t you see sheā€™s trying to be real lady today? Sheā€™s got a dress on and everything.ā€ His tone said I was anything but.

ā€œBoys,ā€ Mr. Bryder spoke sternly. ā€œUnless you have some shopping to do, I suggest you get out.ā€ He handed me the bag.

ā€œThank you Mr. Bryder.ā€ I smiled warmly at him.

ā€œOh, weā€™ve come here for business,ā€ Ned assured while I skirted around him and Josiah.

Josiah winked. ā€œSee you Isabelle.ā€

I shook my head at him, as I exited and climbed back into my seat in the cart. Nathan finished the short drive to Mavaā€™s, where we spent the rest of the morning and afternoon getting everything ready. She was beautiful in a white dress and her dark brown hair braided with white daisies.

ā€œYou look stunning.ā€ I grinned. ā€œCarlā€™s going to be speechless.ā€

ā€œOh, you really think so?ā€ Mava put her hands on her stomach. ā€œGods forbid, Iā€™m so nervous, I feel like my heartā€™s going to burst.ā€

I put a hand on her shoulder, standing behind her as she sat in front of the mirror. ā€œYouā€™ll be fine. You love Carl, donā€™t you?ā€

ā€œOh, more than anything else,ā€ Mava gushed. She stood and faced me, a sly grin on her face. ā€œBut Iā€™m not the only one who might be in love. Iā€™ve seen the way you act around Stefan.ā€

I blushed, wringing my hands together, and mumbled, ā€œI donā€™t know what youā€™re talking about.ā€

She pointed a finger at me. ā€œHa! I knew it. Do you love him?ā€

ā€œLove?ā€ I gulped and thought for a minute. Did I love Stefan? Sure, I liked him. I liked the way he made me feel, and I really enjoyed his kisses under the maple tree by the creek. But love? I shook my head. ā€œI like Stefan a whole lot, but I donā€™t love him with the kind of romantic thoughts youā€™re thinking of. Not yet.ā€

ā€œHmm ā€¦ maybe tonight you might change your mind. Especially after a little dancing.ā€ Mava laughed lightly, a mischievous look in her eyes.

The ceremony was held outside in Mavaā€™s backyard. Log benches took up a good portion of the lawn, situated around loaded fruit trees. An aisle littered with white daisies led to a flowery archway where they were to be married. A soft breeze gave some respite from the searing sun and carried the sweet aroma of peaches and apples. Mava couldnā€™t have picked a better day for her wedding.

Nathan, Adel, and I sat near the front, waiting for the ceremony to begin. I kept glancing behind me, searching for Stefan. I hoped heā€™d see me and sit next to us. I felt a pang of disappointment every time I watched a group show up and didnā€™t see him among them.

ā€œWho are you looking for?ā€ Adel nudged me, leaning around Nathan.

ā€œStefan,ā€ I whispered. ā€œWe were supposed to meet here.ā€

ā€œOh, heā€™ll be here.ā€ She pointed to a small crowd walking to the benches. ā€œSee, thereā€™s Mr. Travers. Stefan should be coming along any minute now.ā€

Right on cue, Stefan showed up. Plopping down, he gave my shoulders a squeeze. By then, Carl and Mava stood at the archway, hand in hand and waiting for the last stragglers to find seats.

ā€œThere you are. The ceremony is about to begin.ā€ I leaned into his hug.

ā€œSorry,ā€ he whispered. ā€œA small caravan rode into town and needed directions toā€”ā€

The temple priest stood, and all conversation hushed. ā€œPeople of Saren, we welcome you on this joyous occasion where these two in love will be united as one.ā€ He spoke with a gentle smile, gesturing to Carl and Mava.

The priest conducted a beautiful ceremony. Carl appeared to be in a daze of bliss as he beheld Mava. Their genuine grins of love and affection were heartwarming as they listened to the priest recite the wedding prayer.

Stefan caught my eye and grinned, then grabbed my hand and interlaced it with his.

Nathan leaned over and whispered in my ear, his beard tickling. ā€œDonā€™t get any funny ideas, like youā€™re gonna be the next one up there.ā€ He glanced at the couple repeating the prayer.

ā€œDonā€™t worry, Iā€™m not,ā€ I answered. ā€œYou still have time.ā€

ā€œI better,ā€ Nathan responded gruffly. Leaning away, he wrapped his muscular arm around Adel, pulling her close to his side.

I glanced at them and smiled. As far as adoptive parents could go, they were the best. They treated me as if I were their real flesh and blood, and it made me exceptionally grateful that I had them in my life. Though, I think they needed me as much as I needed them, since they were thus far unable to have children of their own.

A lavish party followed the ceremony. The sun drooped low in the sky. Lanterns hung from the branches of trees and poles stuck in the ground. All the able men got together and moved the benches to the sides, creating a space for dancing and conversation.

The summer air felt warm, breezy, and perfect. Little children ran underneath the feet of adults, fireflies in their closed palms. Tables buckled down with food and drink while musicians played string instruments. The whole town showed up. I lost count how many times I said hello as I navigated through Mavaā€™s crowded backyard.

Millie approached and put a wizened hand on my arm. ā€œSewing circle is at my house this week. Iā€™m taking over for Mrs. Jensten.ā€ Her brown eyes crinkled. ā€œCanā€™t rightly host with her hands out of commission.ā€

I nodded. ā€œIndeed.ā€ My eyes darted through a break in the crowd to see Mrs. Jensten sitting on a bench chatting with Agatha and Mrs. Brunes. Thickly wrapped linen covered Mrs. Jenstenā€™s hands. Adel told me she tripped over one of her childrenā€™s toys near the hearth and her hands had fallen into the fire.

ā€œHow is the treatment going?ā€ I asked Millie. She tended to most of the sick in Saren, using her vast knowledge of medicinal herbs. Occasionally a traveling Healer came through, but he never received much business. Not many, including myself, were willing to trust a mage. The instant healing he purported seemed too good to be true. Who knew what sort of effect magic could have on a person later on? I shivered inwardly.

ā€œGood. With my regimen she should regain full use of her hands,ā€ Millie said proudly. She patted my arm. ā€œI best be off, do remember to tell Adel about the change for the sewing circle if I donā€™t see her.ā€

ā€œI will.ā€ I smiled after her as she trotted off. For a woman well into her old age, Millie surprised with her strength and energy.

A crowd of well-wishers surrounded Mava and Carl. ā€œCongratulations!ā€ I leaned in and hugged Mava when I got the opportunity.

ā€œOh, Isabelle, I canā€™t thank you enough for all of your help today.ā€ Mava beamed, gripping onto Carlā€™s hand. Carl glanced down and grinned before addressing another guest.

ā€œYouā€™re welcome.ā€ I smiled.

ā€œDance with me!ā€ Stefan grabbed my hand, interrupting our conversation.

Mava gave me a knowing look, raising her eyebrows slightly. She shooed me away. ā€œDance!ā€

I let Stefan pull me through the throngs and into the swarm of dancing couples and small children bouncing to the lively tune.

We danced through several songs before I said I needed to catch my breath. ā€œIā€™ll get a drink.ā€ I let go of his hand and traversed over to the table filled with pitchers, greeting friends along the way.

I poured a cup of cider and leaned against the table, watching Stefan get ambushed by his little twin sisters begging for a dance. He latched onto their hands, and they danced around in a circle. I laughed at the silliness, the joy on the twinsā€™ faces infectious.

A man came up beside me and nodded his head in greeting. He had a prominent mustache and dark brown hair that fell slightly over his ears. His clothes seemed scuffed with dirt, but it wasnā€™t a farmerā€™s style of clothing. I guessed heā€™d been traveling. I didnā€™t recognize him. Maybe he was a guest of Carl or Mava?

ā€œNice party, isnā€™t it?ā€ he spoke, a smile falling off his lips.

ā€œYes, it is,ā€ I said.

I couldnā€™t explain it, but the man sent a shiver down my spine. I took a deep breath, trying to quell the feeling.

ā€œI wondered if you might help me? This is my first night in town, and I was supposed to meet with the innkeeper about a room, but Iā€™m afraid I donā€™t know who he is. Could you point him out to me?ā€ He stuck his hands in his pockets and glanced around, looking unsure.

ā€œOh, you came with the caravan?ā€ I asked.

He nodded.

I smiled. ā€œIā€™d be glad to help. Follow me and we can search together.ā€

He smiled widely. ā€œThank you.ā€

I tried not to shudder. Get a grip on yourself, Isabelle, I thought, blinking slowly. He hasnā€™t done anything to warrant concern.

ā€œAll the shops close early on Gods Day. We like to spend time with friends and family,ā€ I said conversationally.

ā€œNaturally,ā€ he agreed.

I peered through the crowd trying to find the innkeeper. The mustached man followed close behind as I walked through the dance floor.

ā€œThere.ā€ I pointed with my left hand, as I carried the cup in my right. ā€œThatā€™s the innkeeper, sitting on that bench under the peach tree. Heā€™s the one draining his cup.ā€

ā€œThank you, miss.ā€ The man smiled and stuck out his left hand.

I shook it. As I moved to let go, he gripped harder, staring at the back of my hand. ā€œYou wear the Mark of the Gods.ā€

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I wrenched my hand free. My juice splashed onto the ground. I cleared my throat and responded stiffly. ā€œYes, I was born with it.ā€

ā€œHey, Iz, come dance!ā€ Stefan called to me.

ā€œIf youā€™ll excuse me.ā€ I turned around and made a beeline for Stefan, happy for any excuse to be rid of the mustached man.

ā€œWhatā€™s the matter?ā€ Stefan asked, grabbing the cup from my hand. ā€œYou look troubled. Was it that man? Did he say something to you?ā€

ā€œItā€™s nothing.ā€ I tried to shrug it off. ā€œHe just noticed my birthmark, thatā€™s all.ā€

Stefan grabbed my left hand and kissed the back of it, right over the birthmark shaped like the Mark of the Gods. It resembled a sunā€”fiery red, bright, and burning. The middle coiled in a circle with four large triangle points surrounding and four smaller ones in between them. It looked more like a brand than a birthmark, but I always liked to call it a birthmark since it literally appeared at birth. The same sign represented the Gods of Aberron, and I had spent my entire life trying to forget it even existed.

ā€œDonā€™t be so self-conscious about it. Itā€™s not like you put it there on purpose. Itā€™s been there since birth,ā€ he said, letting go.

I nodded, taking a deep breath, I bounced on the balls of my feet to fight off the shudders. ā€œYouā€™re right. Itā€™s just I hate the way people react to it like I have some crazy magical power or something. Which we all know I donā€™t.ā€

No one had ever given me a straight answer when I questioned it. I had spent hours of my life staring at the birthmark, wondering why it was there, burned into my skin like a brand. The Mark of the Gods wasnā€™t exactly well received by others. I gazed at the back of my hand, lamenting the difficulty of hiding the birthmark.

Normally, the temple priests and priestesses wore the mark. Tattooed with black paint, they placed it on their upper arms, near their shoulders. The red mark on the back of my left hand reminded me of a beacon. It shone bright and open for everyone to see. I hated it.

Though it never did anything remotely out of the ordinary. It never glowed or tickled or burned. I didnā€™t think I had an ounce of magic in me. I figured something should have happened by now if I possessed any ability. Seventeen made me a young lady. I doubted Iā€™d grow any more than my current height and had finally accepted that I was doomed to be short for eternity.

ā€œDonā€™t worry about it, Iz,ā€ Stefan said. ā€œIā€™m sure he didnā€™t mean any harm. Everyone reacts that way when they first meet you.ā€

ā€œWell, next time Iā€™m going to wear gloves,ā€ I said.

Stefan laughed. ā€œAnd deny me the pleasure of holding your hand?ā€

I bit my lip and conceded. ā€œMaybe.ā€

I spent the rest of the party trying to forget the man I helped, but every time I turned around, there he stood, staring at me like I was his idea of dinner plans. I didnā€™t have a clue of what to do about it until Stefan started to notice it as well.

ā€œCome on; Iā€™ll take you home,ā€ he said.

I nodded in relief. ā€œThat sounds good. Let me just tell Adel.ā€

I found Adel chatting with a few ladies from town. Stefan and I said our goodbyes.

ā€œIā€™ll be home soon, dear,ā€ Adel said. ā€œThat is if I can find Nathan.ā€ She peered through the crowd, pursing her lips.

ā€œGood luck.ā€ I laughed.

I glanced behind me and noticed the unsettling man again, watching my interactions with Adel. His eyes seemed to follow us wherever we went. I casually put my hand on Stefanā€™s shoulder and whispered a plan. We enlisted the help of several unruly boys and Stefanā€™s twin sisters. One of the boys pulled a toad out of his pocket, and they proceeded to chase the twins around the backyard, purposely knocking over the mustached man. Stefan and I quickly ran out of sight.

We strolled hand in hand toward home, chuckling over the spectacular display we had organized. The moon filled up the path with natural light. Stars twinkled like gems in the sky.

ā€œDo you feel better now?ā€ Stefan asked, pulling me closer.

ā€œMuch.ā€ I squeezed his hand. ā€œThank you.ā€

ā€œI hope that guy leaves tomorrow. I didnā€™t like the way he stared at you. It wasnā€™t natural,ā€ Stefan said.

ā€œAgreed.ā€ I nodded vigorously.

ā€œHey, can I ask you something?ā€

ā€œSure.ā€

ā€œDo you ever wish your life were different? That you had never come here?ā€ His tone sounded serious.

I responded with what I suspected he actually wanted to know, cutting straight to the heart of the issue. ā€œDo I wish I had never watched my parentsā€™ murders and that I lived with them in Korrun? All the time. But it doesnā€™t change the fact that it did happen, and my life changed irrevocably. I am grateful for Nathan and Adel taking me in and raising me as their own.ā€

ā€œI see.ā€ Stefan sounded slightly glum.

I leaned into his shoulder. ā€œDonā€™t worry. I like it here. I donā€™t have plans to leave.ā€ I grinned but doubted he could see it clearly in the moonlight. ā€œI mean where else can I get a cute post boy to deliver packages to me and walk me home?ā€

Stefan chuckled. ā€œTrue.ā€ There was a little more bounce in his step after that.

FATE SERIES BOOKS 1-3

šŸŒŸĀ ā€œThe Fate Series: A Spellbinding Journey of Magic, Intrigue, and Destinyā€Ā šŸŒŸĀ 

In the enchanting world crafted by Tara Lytle, magic weaves its threads through every corner. Readers have raved about this captivating universe:

ā€œI loved this book! Tara does an incredible job creating this magical universe that gets your mind racing like Harry Potter.ā€Ā ā€” Jeff Van, Amazon (šŸŒŸ 5-star review)

ā€œI was pleasantly surprised at the way magic was woven in and out, with just the right amount of attention drawn to it.ā€Ā ā€” Conrad, Amazon (šŸŒŸ 5-star review)

Marked by the Gods, destined for power. But can Isabelle survive the forces determined to claim her?

Seventeen-year-old Isabelle Mirran never planned to leave her familyā€™s peaceful farm in Saren. But when a botched kidnapping forces her to flee, she discovers that her sunburst birthmarkā€”the Mark of the Godsā€”has made her a target for a ruthless mastermind. On the run and desperate for protection, she finds an unexpected ally in Crown Prince Andrew. Whisked away to a prestigious school for nobles, Isabelle is promised safety, but danger lurks in every corner. Her newfound powers set her apart, but they also make her a threat. As she navigates jealous classmates and deadly secrets, Isabelle realizes sheā€™s no ordinary farmerā€™s daughter. Sheā€™s the most powerful mage alive, able to wield all four colors of magic. But power comes with a price. When the shadowy figure hunting her tightens his grip, Isabelle must decide how far sheā€™s willing to go for answers. To survive, sheā€™ll need to master her magicā€”and face her darkest fears.

The Fate Series is best enjoyed reading in order:

  • Fate Not Chosen
  • Fate Challenged
  • Fate Conquered

Embark on this adventurous journey where magic ignites the soul, and Fate is Not Chosen



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