of these scrolls. I’ve looked.”
The others just stared at us as we discussed Tanya Le Frey. Cheng and I started to laugh as their faces remained clueless.
“I think it’s time we told them about her,” Cheng suggested.
“About who?” Becky asked.
“The queen had a dragon, her name was Tanya Le Frey,” I said.
All of them gasped and Cheng told them the story he told me the first time I’d met him.
“So the queen was a dent?” George asked looking confused.
“Lucian thought that they could’ve been the first.”
“You told Lucian about this?” Becky looked at me.
I nodded. “He told me about the date and how he had no idea where to start, and that Sir Robert knows nothing, so it slipped out.”
“I can’t believe the council and everyone else kept something like that from us,” Dean said.
“The Ancients think that she betrayed the queen, Dean.”
“She would never,” George said.
“We believe so too,” I replied and looked at Cheng. “Lucian must have found her. She left a year before they died, and she came back two years later. No one knows where she is. That’s why he went to the Acker Woods,” I explained.
“So she lives there?”
“I don’t know. The last time he spoke about it to me, he only said that he thought she was there. He wasn’t sure.”
“That’s why he had to do those crazy things you spoke about?”
I nodded.
All of us thought about this for a while.
“Then we need to find her.” Becky broke the silence.
“Easier said than done.”
“No it’s not.”
She went back to the computer and started typing on the keys. The Wall web page and archives jumped on the screen. “She’s not there. They don’t have a date when she left, only a date when she came back.”
She stopped and looked back at me. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Yes, it does.” Cheng said. “She had a pass from the queen.”
We all stared at him. “Are you sure about this?”
He nodded.
“You know what that means Cheng?” Sammy said.
“It means that Lucian might be right about something being able to claim Blake.”
“So the answer lies with Tanya,” I said. “How are we going to find her?”
Cheng looked at me. “Now that’s the hard part.
OR THE NEXT few weeks we worked hard inside the library. The boys even came to our dorms to carry on the last couple of days before our board meeting.
Cheng had drawn up a plan. It was a really good one but we had to mention Tanya’s name in order to get the board members’ attention. We racked our brains about how we could do that without telling them that we knew who she was and then it hit me.
My dream about the queen. He’d said it was just like a foretelling from the Viden. If you dream of someone really important that guides you on a path, it could lead to greatness, your destiny.
So we all helped with making up this story about how Becky had started to dream about Tanya Le Frey as if it was her and George that would go and find her. I volunteered but since I had declared my hatred for Blake, and was still not sure about how I felt about killing him, Sammy didn’t trust me entirely.
Cheng worked on all the ins and outs. He thought about every possible question they could have, the only thing we couldn’t answer was what she looked like, so he even took care of that by saying she came to Becky wearing a big cloak that covered every inch of her body from head to toe.
“It should work,” I said when we were finally done with everything.
“It must, this is our only chance,” Cheng said.
“No pressure there,” George joked and we all laughed.
“Just leave all the talking to me,” Becky said.
We said goodnight to the boys and they all left.
I picked up Lucian’s journal again and read a couple of entries. I found the foretelling that the Viden had given him about the date. It sounded Shakespearian and I had no idea how he could make head or tail of it.
I couldn’t stop thinking that in eight months Blake would turn evil. I felt as if I hadn’t slept in a year but when my head hit the pillow I couldn’t shut off the whirlwind of thoughts inside my mind.
I froze as I felt someone climbing onto my bed. When I opened my eyes Lucian was back. His journal skidded off my bed and landed with a thud on the floor. Both my arms