buckles, a dagger in hand as her wyvern aimed
straight for the tower.
Manon’s grandmother turned then. Away
from the pit, the acolyte about to leap inside
and destroy them all.
Asterin hurled her dagger.
The blade flew true.
It plunged into the acolyte’s back, sending
the witch sprawling to the stones. A foot away
from the drop to the pit.
Asterin drew the twin swords from the
sheaths at her hips and slammed her wyvern
into the side of the tower. The crack of bone
on rock echoed across the world.
But Asterin was already leaping. Already
arching through the air, swords raised, wyvern
tumbling away beneath, Narene’s body broken
on impact.
Manon began screaming then.
Screaming, endless and wordless, as that
lily
(lily)
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