Kingdom of Ash

and Rowan sent up the order, Darrow. Any
who can are to evacuate immediately.”
The old man—Darrow—just stared toward
the battlefield. At a loss for words as that
army prowled closer and closer and closer.
As two figures took form at its head.
And walked, unhindered, toward the city
walls, darkness swarming around them.
Erawan. The golden-haired young man.
She’d know it if she were blind.
A dark-haired, pale-skinned woman strode
at his side, robes billowing around her on a
phantom wind.
“Maeve,” Lysandra breathed.
People began screaming then. In terror and
despair.
Maeve and Erawan had come. To
personally oversee Orynth’s fall.
They stalked toward the city gates, the
darkness behind them gathering, the army at