She gives me a sad smile, averting her gaze as she pours tea into the cups.

"After my parents hear that I will be joining the temple, they might be harsher to Thea. And I still have not told her about my plans..." She shakes her head. "It will be a mess. But once I take my vows, they will not be able to do anything for five hundred years. That should be enough for their anger to abate."

"What about your sister? Do you think she'll be fine with this?"

She purses her lips.

"I do not know. She always supports me in my endeavors, but... I'll just have to hope she will forgive me. It's very cowardly of me, isn't it? Running away like this and leaving my sister to fend for herself with our parents." She laughs nervously. "I've been thinking about it too, and I know it might not be the best choice. But as of now, it is the best choice for me."

"I can't make any judgments since I barely know your family. But what I do know is that your sister loves you. She would never want you to be unhappy. Which is why I have to ask... Do you really want to join the temple?" I ask.

Wyn brings her teacup to her lips, taking a small sip.

"I have to, don't I?"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Wyn."

She smiles.

"What happened after I left? Was the high priestess mad that you broke the sphere?"

I raise a brow at her, recognizing her tactic.

"No. It turned out to be a mistake. She let me go easily," I lie.

Wyn tilts her head to the side, her expression telling me she doesn't buy my explanation.

"I know you cannot tell me the truth. But I have something for you," she says as she fishes a small letter from her reticule. It's smaller than the size of a mobile phone, and going by the worn edges and yellowed paper, it's an old one too.

"What is it?" I frown.

"I cannot control my abilities, and it's been getting worse and worse recently. Sometimes... I know things. Things I should not know," she says pointedly.

I stare at her.

She places the letter on the table, silently pushing it toward me.

I glance down at the yellow, almost brownish hue of the paper, my eyes widening in shock when I see my name printed on top of it in cursive letters. The writing is elegant and feminine, the ink almost faded from the passage of time. But the meaning is unmistakable as is the timeline.

Luce. After the Elegian Sphere breaks.

"Where did you get this from?" I swallow uneasily.