Kingdom of Ash

for her magic.
Magic that was already draining, swift and
fleeting, from her veins.
No more endless well of power. She had to
conserve it, wield it to her best advantage.
And use the training that had been instilled
in her for the past ten years. She had been an
assassin long before she’d mastered her
power.
It was no hardship to fall back on those
skills. To let Goldryn draw blood, to engage
multiple soldiers and leave them bleeding out
behind her.
The Lord of the North was a storm beneath
her, his white coat stained crimson and black.
That immortal flame between his antlers
didn’t so much as flutter.
Overhead the skies rained blood, witch and
wyvern and ruk alike dying and fighting.
Borte still covered her, engaging any