Before this occurred again. Before one
more mass grave was dug. He couldn’t endure
the thought of it, worse than the thought of
another collar going around his neck.
Night was full overhead by the time Dorian
managed to slip away. By the time he found
an empty clearing, drew the marks, and
plunged Damaris into earth shining with his
own blood.
His summons was answered quickly this
time.
Yet it was not Gavin who emerged,
shimmering, from the night air.
Dorian’s magic flared, rallying to strike, as
the figure took form.
As Kaltain Rompier, clad in an onyx gown
and dark hair unbound, smiled sadly at him.
Every word vanished from Dorian’s tongue.
But his magic remained swirling about