Because there were warriors pouring out of the main gates. But not Fae soldiers. Avonleyan ones. That was a dark queen moving among ashes with arrows of deathstone flying from her bow three at a time. That was a mythical king, long thought dead, atop a horse as dark as the coming night. That was an Ash Rider moving faster than the smoke he commanded. Those were dragons flying up and out of the main gates. One of shadows and one of flames. A king and queen atop them. Scarlett was finally here. And she had brought an army.
Hey siri, play Thundsrstruck.
Also! Where are the gods-danged fire emojis when you need them?!?!?!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
