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→Last night. Bruke. She tried to speak, but the words came out broken, "My fault. Always my fault." Shaking her head, she tried again, "I want to see him."

→He rested a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away and glared at him. He sighed. "Because we thought it might be easier if—"

→She clenched her fists to her side. "How dare you!"

→Rage overcame her. She pounded on his chest.

→"Senna, I-"

→Joshen stopped pacing. "He's already gone, Senna."

→Senna didn't have the energy to respond. Ever since the fog had lifted, the air had been heavy and hot, leaving her sticky and groggy.

→"Come on!" Joshen shouted.

→Senna froze, her brain refusing to register what her eyes saw.

→"That's not true," Parknel answered gently. "Balance, Senna. Good and evil, joy and sorrow. All things strive for balance. And that means good and bad things end. Someday, so will this." He struggled to sit up. "Joshen, take her inside and stay with her." His face lost its softness. "Everyone else, back to bed or your posts. The wind's picking up and no oarsmen could match us. Even if we are in a boat full of holes." He glanced at the stars and his features darkened. "Besides, we're closer to Tarten than we realized. I'd be willing to bet sometime tomorrow, well see land."

→Sea, I have chosen one of thy creatures, I ask of thee, change my features.

→Help me! I'm the last Keeper left! Help me!

→Fear clinging to her, she swam after the whale. She was going farther from safety, yet she didn't slow. It wasn't long before her limbs trembled and transformed. And then she was a young woman, treading the frigid water in nothing but her shift. She sang to the whale.

→Racked with shivers, she unstopped the vial. Her whole body shuddered uncontrollably. The vial slipped from her grasp. The oil spread all around her. Senna immediately felt warmer, but her heart sank. Now she couldn't change. She took stock of the far-away ships, wondering if she should even try.

→That was all it took for the whale to flick its enormous tail. Unfortunately, that sent Senna reeling back. Now she was even farther away than before.

→Her jaw chattered as she pointed to the offending ship. Her Servants bent on destroying the last, And setting her cast.

→The whale blew angrily.

→Sadly, Senna sang. Witch of Black, purpose so foul, Wishes the whole Earth to bow, Takes the Keepers one by one, until— At the end—all comes undone.

→A loud gush erupted behind her. Startled, she whirled to see the enormous eye of the blue whale staring at her. It let out a hungry call and Senna understood. Without the sun to feed the kriUs' prey, the whales were growing hungry.

→She knew many animals understood Witch song, for it was the language of the Creators. But most had no reason or desire to listen. Senna kept repeating her song, supplicating the whale to return. But she saw nothing. Resigned, she turned to face the ship, hoping her failure wouldn't cost any of the sailors their lives.