Kingdom of Ash

red-gold hair. “No harm shall come to you.”
“I am not afraid for myself,” Evangeline
said. “But for my friends.”
Those citrine eyes indeed shone with tears
of terror, and Lysandra brushed one away
before watching the advancing witch towers
creep toward them. She had no words to
comfort the girl.
“Any minute now,” Aedion murmured, and
Lysandra glanced down to the snowy plain.
To the figures that emerged from beneath
the snow, clad in white. Flaming arrows
nocked in their bows. Morath’s front lines
were nearly upon them, but those soldiers
were not their target.
Down the wall, Murtaugh gripped the
ancient stones as a figure that had to be Ren
gave the order. Flaming arrows arched and
flew, Morath soldiers ducking under their
shields.