It was mere minutes later, just as I was gathering courage to make my way back into the battle raging outside, that my parents swept into the hall – covered in blood but very much alive, the expressions on their faces as good as any victorious blare of battle horns. Rosalind gave a triumphant ‘Ha!’ at the sight of the Mother’s corpses, hugging me close before venturing deeper into the hall. Agenor, more surprisingly, merely blinked at Melinoë and the gash in her throat, then whipped around to Creon and me with a strange urgency in his expression. ‘Who?’ Creon nodded at me before I could figure
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