Kingdom of Ash

miles and miles, black and writhing.
The might of Morath. Or some terrible
fraction of it, sent to instill terror and
destruction before the final wave.
Sartaq signaled, A band of soldiers below.
Nesryn peered over Salkhi’s wing, the drop
merciless, and beheld a small group of
soldiers in dark armor wending through the
trees—an offshoot of the teeming mass far
ahead. As if they had been sent to hunt down
any survivors.
Nesryn’s jaw clenched, and she signaled
back to the prince, Let’s go.
Not back to the ships. But to the six
soldiers, beginning the long return trek to
their host.
Nesryn and Salkhi plummeted through the
sky, Sartaq a blur on her left.
The band of soldiers didn’t have the chance
to shout before Nesryn and Sartaq were upon