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August 25 - September 10, 2024
Summer was the season of nurture and growth before the foreshadowing autumn withered its efforts to brighten the dull land with colorful blooms.
“There is so much you are yet to discover, Heir of Marvellas. So much you are destined for.”
“Stay true to yourself, Faythe. Aurialis will be your guide.”
In a flash, steel met steel, so close to her face she felt the phantom kiss of the razor’s edge across her cheek. He looked down at her through crossed blades, their breath mingling. It was a battle of wills as they stared each other down, until she pushed with everything she had, and he backed up a step with wicked delight.
“What in the damned Spirits happened?” Nik stormed up to her, scanning her body for signs of physical injury. “Who hurt you?” he snarled, catching her jaw, which still ached.
She was a weapon forged to be a masterful thief of thoughts and a silent assassin of minds.
Eyes of the brightest sapphire blue pierced through her closed lids, and she snapped them quickly open.
He kept his gaze fixed on her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “What?” she said, feeling her face flush. Nik shook his head and huffed a laugh. “You’re a gods-damned miracle, Faythe.”
she felt grateful to be the one to relieve her of the most terrifying feeling of all… Not knowing your own self.
