Plans For The Chayot

"That's the thing," she began, her voice soft against my ear. "With the power of the Seal, I don't think Sharra will be able to push you out. And when you destroy her, someone will need to rule in her place. You must be resolved to rule, Snow. It's your destiny."

"Do you know this for a fact?"

"No."

I snorted, crossing my arms against my body. "I think destiny is just another word people use to force others to do what they want." I studied her, wondering if it was a good idea to trust her.

"You're wrong," she said, turning away. "Destiny happens despite your choices. One day you'll understand."

There was no point arguing, but I was sick of the word - destiny - and the others that went with it.

The elevator stopped. A bright rectangle of light pulsed on the other side of the opening. I remembered how Silindra journeyed by light to get to Crystal City, the elves' original home. Silindra hadn't liked it.

"Are we going somewhere by light?" I asked, pointing.