The hands of his enemies

'There's nothing you can do about it. He needs to be out of the way.'

Arabella shook her head and glared at the grey-haired woman before her. "Blaze is mine, and I will never let anyone take my happiness from me the second time. I might be naive before; I am a lot smarter now."

"This isn't all about you being smart, Child." Said the woman. "It's about your destiny coming into fulfillment, and that man needs to go!"

Arabella gasped as she was yanked forward and then flung backward simultaneously.

Her back slammed into a large tree. Arabella's eyes widened, and her eyes darted around the gloomy forest; the woman wasn't in sight, but she knew it wasn't the end.

She groaned as she felt a prick on her neck, and she fell to the floor almost immediately, gasping for breath.

"He needs to go!" A shrill voice said, almost deafening her.

Arabella shivered and jerked awake.

It was a dream, she reminded herself, and it wasn't the first time it was happening. Ever since she came to the Phoenix pala