Kingdom of Ash

become fire herself.
The Fire-Bringer someone whispered down
the battlements.
The mist rippled and billowed, casting her
into nothing but a glowing effigy.
The silence turned reverent.
A gentle wind from the north swept down.
The veil of mist pulled back, and there she
was.
She glowed from within. Glowed golden,
tendrils of her hair floating on a phantom
wind.
“Mala’s Heir,” Yrene breathed.
Down on the plain, Elide and Lorcan had
halted.
The wind pushed away more of the drifting
mist, clearing the land beyond Aelin.
And where that mighty, lethal wave had
loomed, where death had charged toward
them, nothing remained at all.