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''Please, Streivras, I am begging you!'' Cynthia pleaded, ''Where is my father? What is it you''re not telling me?''

''Oh, how I wish to tell,'' Streivras hummed the words to a whisper. ''I have big hopes for you, young Princess, but I also have a fear of what life could become. You are a powerful mind that could do so much good … as long as you do not become lost in your anger for control.''