this new home as much as any of them.
Rowan closed Gavriel’s unseeing eyes. “I
will see you in the Afterworld.”
Aedion’s golden hair hung limp with blood
and sweat, the ancient sword in his hands
caked with black blood. Soldiers streamed
past him, down the battlement stairs, yet
Aedion only stared at his father. A bloodied
rock in the stream of war.
Then Aedion walked into the streets. Tears
and screaming would come later. Rowan
followed him.
“We need to prepare for the second part of
this battle,” Aedion said hoarsely. “Or we
won’t last the night.” Already, Enda and
Sellene were using their magic to haul fallen
blocks of debris against the western gate. The
stones wobbled, but moved. It was more
power than Rowan could claim.
Rowan turned to climb back up the walls,
lily
(lily)
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