“Kien, take our daughter and leave this island! We both already knew this was going to happen! Lyrielle has to fulfill her part of her prophecy! You can’t allow her to die here!” my mother said. My father turned toward me and nodded in response. He then looked toward the Finders and threw somethin
I knew that we were not safe, especially if the King of the North had sent them. “Please!” I shouted. “I will go with you. Don’t kill anyone! Let my father go, and I will be whatever you want me to be!” Even though that was not what I wanted, I had to do it because I would rather sacrifice myself th
I placed a hand on my chest as I hid myself behind the door. My heart pounded hard against my chest, and each time I heard a scream from those outside, I jumped in fright. No matter how I tried to cover my ears, I could hear them. It was as if they were begging for my help. “We are not giving up a
~Lyrielle~ My fingers stilled on the fragrant herbs I was collecting when a loud scream sounded from across the field. Before I could figure out what was happening, the villagers who had gathered with me to collect herbs started running toward me. “What is happening!” I demanded from one of the
I stepped forward, the orb’s light blazing through my tunic, casting shadows that danced like specters across the walls. “Try that again,” I said, my voice low, dangerous, each word dripping with the promise of violence, “and I’ll turn you to ash right here.” Lyrielle’s hand brushed my arm, her touc
The arena was a explosion of color and life, a sprawling circle of stone and magic that seemed to hum with the energy of Katula’s heart. The high walls were draped with banners in every shade—crimson, emerald, sapphire—fluttering in the evening breeze, their edges catching the glow of hundreds of la