Marked From Birth
They began to cut her free, the friction of the iron blades against the sapphire roots throwing off sparks of blue electricity.
"We're heading to the lower mines!" Vane yelled over the din. "The coal dust acts as a filter. The tree can't breathe down there. If we stay up here, we're just window-dressing for a god's garden!"
As they dragged Audrey toward the secret service tunnels, she looked back one last time. The Avatar was standing in the center of the room, her body beginning to grow, her limbs stretching into massive, crystalline branches.
"You can run to the dark," the Avatar’s voice echoed in Audrey's mind. "But the sun is mine. The air is mine. You will starve in your holes, little m