“I am the One. The Foretold among Bards.” It was the first time Maerad had claimed this title before others, and she sat up straighter. I am the One, she thought, and I have to stop behaving as if I am not. “If that is what you mean by the Chosen, then you are correct. It is said that I will defeat the Nameless One in his next rising.” She looked down at her hands, suddenly an abashed young girl again. “The only problem is, I don’t know how. Or why it is me.” She finished in a whisper, not daring to look up. She heard Vul clear his throat.
