Beyond Night
Here this boy stood, unafraid, speaking loud.
“Who are you, kid?”
Eyebrow raised, the child replied, “I am Gonar, apprentice to the high priest and master of all the wood, Drust.”
“Good for you.” August groaned as he tried to get to his knees, his body full of aches and devoid of weapons. “How is it I’m still alive?”
“My master wishes it, for now.”
“Wonderful, Your master around?”
Gonar nodded. “He prepares for the Lammas festival and the great battle to come soon.”
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