The pull between the paths before her was almost physical. Heir or Warsword. Magic or blades. Unimaginable power or a chance to outsmart her fate stone… She had faced so much to obtain her Guardian totem; she would face far more still to acquire the Warsword symbol. Why did she have to choose between what she had fought so hard for and who she apparently was? Wilder’s voice echoed in her ear. ‘Who’s going to stop you?’
