Wild ​Reverence

by Rebecca Ross

This was no arrow but an eithral scale on an arrow shaft. The very weapon that had once killed my mother.

FUCK

I swallowed, watching them dim. I heard his shudder of a breath, his final one, before his hand slipped from mine. And the world around us went quiet again.

Oh okay 😭😭😭😭😭😭

She died in my arms.

EXCUSE ME

“Father,” I said, my voice hitching. “Father!”

Matilda, your seven years have now begun.

Their time together had been simple but fulfilling. When he had eventually passed, silver-headed and weathered by the generous years given to him, she had gone with him to the mists, much to the shock of the gods.

😭😭😭