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July 9 - July 11, 2023
“You’re a better friend than I deserve sometimes.”
Hes going to die
A small bird landed on the narrow ledge just outside the window. She’d seen it before. White, almost shimmering silver under the moonlight, it came back as if it had no idea of the vast world around it that it was free to take flight to and travel wherever it wanted.
If thats reylan im done no way
Her quick tornado ceased, and Faythe used the distraction to rise to her feet and turn to face the loud intrusion. When she did, she audibly gasped at the sight. A brilliant white lion. Too large to be of nature, and too perfect in color.
“You arrived just in time, Agalhor,” Orlon said in a controlled rage. “The fun is only just beginning. Allow me to demonstrate a just punishment for one who dares to defy. Treason demands death.” Faythe knew he would be bracing to raise his sword to her again, yet the voice of the Rhyenelle king thundered to halt him once more. “You will not harm her, Orlon!”
It was not the crossed swords hovering dangerously close that hitched her breath—but the sight of the young guard who’d saved her life. Caius! Gods above! Caius held firm against the strength of Orlon, pushing off his blade. It forced the king back a step. His black eyes blazed in animalistic fury, and he didn’t hesitate for a second to advance again toward the guard.
Instead of raising his sword, Caius let his only weapon, his only defense, his only shield…slip right from his grasp.
No
Caius reached for something else from underneath his cloak, but it did nothing to stop the Farrow Sword that plunged straight through his abdomen. Time slowed to a crawl and wouldn’t reverse. Faythe struggled to accept the fatal maneuver that sealed Caius’s fate. He spluttered, falling to his knees. When he did, she beheld the glittering black cuffs around the king’s wrists. Shackles…crafted of Magestone.
Stop no
Caius had saved them all.
Within her upturned palms, matching symbols glowed. A downward pointing triangle within a circle, a single line struck through its circumference. It rang a faint familiarity, but he couldn’t be sure where he’d seen such an ancient mark before.
“I’ll kill every single fae in this room if they dare to take one step toward you. You need to let go.”
“I’ve got you. I am with you. Always. Don’t stop looking at me.”
“You came back,” she said through a short breath. He broke at the disbelief in her voice, smoothing his palm over the hair at her nape. “I never left.”
Faythe’s broken voice sliced right through him. “Anything.” “I don’t want to be forgotten.” “Never.” Her answer was fierce but tight as if a shard of glass had cut up her throat. “I promise.”
“No, it shouldn’t have been. Make this world the one we all dream of. Make it rise.” His breath spluttered, and he rasped, “Make it rise from the ashes, Faythe.”
“She is her mother’s daughter.” Agalhor stared wide-eyed at Faythe. The uncanny resemblance was enough to erase any doubt about who she was. It wasn’t only her mother she took after in appearance. “My daughter,” he little more than whispered.
“The white lion was impressive…but I think I preferred the silver bird.”
“You’re stuck with me. Like it or not, General Reylan Arrowood, you’ve sealed your fate as my friend. This day, until the end of days.”
Bro this is getting ridiculous
