Once Upon a Tryst
"How?! I.."
I don't have enough time to ask. I feel time starts to return to normal as Devona passes out. Grabbing Arthur's hand, I send all of my love, and all of my fear into my touch. Fear is what brought the shadows to me both times before, and in this moment, fear is what is shaping them now. I see his sword solidifying, his body gaining momentum as he begins to swing upward, almost by instinct. As if time was a stone, the sword swung free in the hand of the true king, clashing with the black blade in Embyr's hand, shattering it into pieces.
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