3 The Prophecy

CHAPTER 3

The Prophecy Lucas and Clara galloped toward the palace gates. Colorful banners flew from the top of every wall and turret. Each one showed the family crest of someone who had come to enter the Knight Spires competition. The children led their horses to the stables. Then they raced to the great hall, where all the competitors and their families had gathered. Queen Tasha greeted them as they entered. All the excitement made Lucas wish he could compete. "I would love to become a Knight Spire," he said. "Then I would be the noblest prince ever!" Queen Tasha rested her hand on her son's shoulder. "You already are the noblest prince ever," she said.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "You have to say that," he said, "because you're my mom." Clara laughed, then she quickly covered her mouth before the queen heard her.

Queen Tasha smiled. "But it's also true!" she said. "You're already a great swordsman, and each day you learn how to care for the people of Wrenly—just like your father." Clara nodded. "That's right. Plus, one day you'll oversee the kingdom, including the Knight Spires." Lucas blushed. The truth was that he already had perhaps one of the most important roles in the kingdom. Queen Tasha turned her attention to Clara. "And what about you, dear Clara?" she asked. "Have you any thoughts of competing?" Clara breathed deeply. It sounded like such an astounding idea. "Of course I'd love to," she said, "but I'm still too young."

The queen smiled. There was a twinkle in her eye. "Perhaps not," she said. "There has been a prophecy announced while you two were in Flatfrost." Lucas and Clara both raised an eyebrow. "What kind of prophecy?" Lucas asked. The queen stepped back from the crowded reception, and the children followed her. "Well," the queen answered, "the dragons of Crestwood have foretold that this year's search for a Knight Spire would require a broader range of contestants." "Really?" Lucas questioned.

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