But why me?
"But now there is talk," Valerian breaks in, his eyes gleaming with a wondrous delight. "Whispers and rumours of a girl who can lead these realms to freedom. A girl with a demon heart and angel blood who can walk between realms freely. A girl who can break the curse that keeps us trapped here. A girl who can grant us our freedom..."
All eyes turn expectantly to me, as though half expecting me to yell a war cry, or burst into flames from the sheer inspiration that I divulge from Valerian's words like some sort of maniacal phoenix. But I merely sit there awkwardly, my face flushed, my tongue tied, trying to come up with the words that would do justice to this whole situation. But no words come.