Shadows and darkness, and a pair of great membranous wings. The ground shook violently as something – someone – landed before her. Thea drew her sword, her gelding rearing up in fright. She managed to stay on, to control the horse with the Furies-given strength of her legs as the shadows faded and a towering figure emerged from the obsidian mist, twin swords of Naarvian steel swinging at his hips, red-and-black wings outstretched at his back. Thea didn’t lower her sword, but instead, narrowed her eyes as she studied the shadow-touched warrior before her. His dark hair, streaked with silver,
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