Kingdom of Ash

one, and they’d find some way to rally before
the new army reached the city. But the
western one, they’d clear it and seal it.
Permanently.
Father and son, they would do this. Defeat
this.
But when his father did not join his side,
Aedion turned.
Gavriel had gone directly to the gate. To
the golden line of his shield, now pushing
back, back, back. Shoving that wall of enemy
soldiers with it, buckling with every heartbeat.
Down the passage. Through the archway.
No.
Gavriel smiled at him. “Close the gate,
Aedion,” was all his father said.
And then Gavriel stepped beyond the gates.
That golden shield spreading thin.
No.
The word built, a rising scream in Aedion’s