A challenge and a dare.
Manon lifted her chin at the two paths
before her.
One to the east, to Morath. The other
northward, to Terrasen and battle.
The wind sang, and in it, she heard the
answer.
“I shall answer Terrasen’s call,” Manon
said.
Asterin stepped to her side, fearless as she
surveyed the assembled camp. “As shall I.”
Sorrel flanked Manon’s right. “So shall the
Thirteen.”
Manon waited, hardly daring to
acknowledge the thing that began burning in
her chest.
Then Bronwen stepped up, her dark hair
blowing in the chill wind. “The Vanora hearth
shall fly north.”
Another witch squared her shoulders. “So
lily
(lily)
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