Downfall 18“What. Happened. Here?!” King Shylar Lamot asked, grabbing the first man he could reach as he surveyed the very chaotic and bloody scene in front of him.Downfall 18
The man stuttered and mumbled and sobbed unintelligibly until the King slapped him across the face. He coughed and recoiled and continued stuttering, “She.. a.. a monster.. the wind.. tornado... a... That wolf woman.. another one! Only.. so many men..”
King Lamot glared, angry at this man who couldn’t speak. He tossed him aside and he collapsed, sobbing. Scotzor followed his king, silently surveying the chaos around him. He watc
Downfall 17The wooded hill Angeli sat upon was just northwest of the castle. It had a great view of her home, she had always liked to come here as a child to get away. Shana was tied off in a hidden meadow, not too far away. The cold breeze had been whipping at her hair, but she took no notice. She was staring down at her swords, sheathed and crossed on the ground in front of her, and the stain at the end of her dress.Downfall 17
She had killed. Taken not just one, but two lives. Their blood was spilled on the forest floor, on her dress, and on her swords. Swords that had killed so easily and felt so right in her hands. It had happened so natur
Downfall 16A cold gust whistled through the leaves as Shandara stood rigidly against a tree, her eyes fixed upon the procession below. This was utterly impossible. She and her sister had been awoken to stop this war, not fuel it. There was no excuse to allows these destroyers of the forest and planet to continue there march, and Jezuka was marching with them, aiding in their destruction.Downfall 16
Shandara had been following this trail for hours. She had chanced upon a very destroyed settlement just northeast of here. It had seemed a bit one-sided for any ordinary battle; she had found hundreds of men, all clad in maroon, strewn about the place
Downfall 15“Here’s your fifteen percent, as promised,” Master Dicer said, tossing a small brown bag to his pupil.Downfall 15
Lisera bowed, saying, “Thank you, master.” She rose, trying to avoid looking directly into his eyes. She made to step out, but his voice snapped.
“You were late, explain,” he growled, “And don’t even think about trying to lie.”
She swallowed, afraid this would come up. “I, uh.”
“Now,” he spat, “I’ve no time for your stammering.”
Her eyes met his and she found hers
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