Short, if the ancient maps were correct, I'd face my sworn enemy. Soon, I'd discover whether the sword of Calandra was a magical weapon capable of defeating an army, or a worthless piece of iron I'd been tricked into buying. Not much longer, I told myself, trying to control the excitement that buzzed through my nerves. Soon, revenge would be mine. Soon, the head of Maraku would dangle from my belt, and his heart would nourish the wolves who followed my trail.
But first, I had to make it through the rest of my third-period geography class.