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Elise Kova
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December 21, 2022 - March 28, 2023
tacit
inundated
the elfin'ra.
The night rushed around her. She’d known the sky trees were tall, but Vi had never really heeded Jax’s warnings when it came to how tall. It seemed she would fall forever. Every second seemed longer than a hundred years and yet she knew it would be over all too soon. Vi reached upward on instinct, flailing through the air, looking for a branch or walkway. But she couldn’t find a hold. Surely, there was a window she could grab onto? Somewhere? Her nails ripped back, the pads of her fingers scraped off against rough bark. There was a flash of red light—the elfin’ra was performing some kind of
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Just having you here helps, Vi thought, and the words sounded as though they had passed through her lips. His ethereal presence shifted, slightly, as though his chest rose and fell with a sigh. “Will you ever free me from this torture?” he lamented softly. Vi felt it as though he’d whispered it right into her ear.
subterfuge.”
In a different world, the touch would be her father’s. But in this world, Jax was the closest thing she had.
“What happened to your face?” “Is it that bad?” She smiled tiredly. Ginger had removed the majority of the bandages that morning. “I haven’t had the strength to look in a mirror yet.” “You’re still beautiful, if that’s what you’re asking,” he whispered.
clandestine
sequestered…
“Someone tried to kill me. An elfin’ra tried to kill me,” Vi hastily clarified before he could get a word in. Taavin went very still. When he spoke, a protective edge limned his voice that Vi hadn’t heard before. “Tell me.”
“Ashes, from the flame if it is snuffed. The blood of the voice… or the champion.” His eyes fell heavily on her. Vi swallowed hard. It was as if his words alone reignited pain in her ailing body. “That’s why, in my vision… the body on the altar in the bag…” It was one of them. One of them had been gutted, bagged, and laid across an altar to resurrect an ancient evil.
“Teach me how to protect myself,” Vi demanded. “Teach me beyond anchoring the glyphs and basic principles. I want to use Lightspinning to fight.” For a brief second, she was afraid he would reject her. “I shall do my best to make myself available at every moment to be your tutor.”
“No… The only scrap of hatred I can find in me now is for the elfin’ra who harmed you.”
For the first time, it was as if she had a real magic tutor who knew what to do with her.
On top, she wore a golden shirt fitted to her torso with a tall, wide neck. The shirt split at her hips into a front and back piece that draped down to below her knees, reminiscent of the tabbards the Northern warriors wore. A tightly fitted white undershirt had long sleeves that reached a point over her hands, hooked to her middle fingers with small rings. Her legs were covered with a patchwork of lynx leather, tucked into knee-high boots. Underneath it all, the watch was warm against her skin.
“I have not had many reasons—until lately—to feel merry, Vi.”
“Perhaps I can teach you some time?” The tiniest of smiles crossed his mouth. His eyes were soft, tender almost. A welcome change from the hard-as-gemstones man she’d first met. “I’d like that.”
“I’ll summon you tonight. It’s quiet after the festivities. We can go over mysst,” she whispered hastily. “I’ll be waiting.”
Her father’s sickness… Friends made on the road… Her ambition to become a guard… It suddenly struck Vi just how little she actually knew about her friend.
“Isn’t that part of the enjoyment, though? Getting lost in something that seems as if it should be impossible?”
A commoner rising to marry the Crown Prince as Empress Vhalla did is not something we can come to expect often.”
There had been the assassination of her grandfather, the uprising of the Mad King, the final war of the Crystal Caverns before the caverns went dormant—.
“Home is a funny thing…” she said, finally. “I don’t really know where home is or what it will look like. I have dreams, ideas, but nothing concrete.”
“Emperor Aldrik Solaris has perished at sea.”
The world she’d always been promised was no more, before she could even step foot in it. Everything she had lived for and waited for was suddenly pulled out from under her feet.
succinctly.
My family is the one thing I’ve wanted, the one thing I’ve been working toward. I can’t give up on it now.”
At the end of it all, they didn’t need to believe her. She merely had to save her father.
“Looking out for your family with such fervor when you don’t even know them.”

