Dragon Moon
She didn’t shout out his name for fear of starting some sort of a kerfuffle, but she could definitely see more people down here than she could from up above.
Her eyes did fall on a familiar face. Alsys, the little girl who’d been taken from her family the last time it had been Frindom’s turn to make a sacrifice, was in the line of troops, going through the motions of the training, which was currently hand-to-hand combat practice. The child looked bigger, her face less pale, but Nya couldn’t help but think of the crying parents who’d seen their only child snatched away from them.
Once again, she found herself wheeling around to face Slate. “It isn’t fair!” she shouted at him, her hands in fis
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