down her freckled cheeks. The heads of her
men lay scattered in the snow around her.
And ahead of them, still unleashing flame,
Rolfe’s Mycenians bought them the time to
retreat.
Each second dripped by, but slowly, those
boats filled. Slowly, their army left the shore,
every boat that departed was replaced by
another. Many Fae shifted, birds of prey
filling the gray sky as they soared over the
river.
And when there were none left but a few
boats, among them a beautiful ship with a
mast carved after an attacking sea dragon,
Rolfe roared from the helm, “Fall back, all of
you!”
The Mycenians and their firelances made a
quick retreat, hurrying for the longboats
returning to shore.
Lysandra and Ansel ran with them, and
lily
(lily)
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