The Rejected Heiress
But she looked so frail to have even withstood anything.
Images of the attack flashed through my mind.
“Well, maybe not that frail,” I mused to myself.
The scribe watched me, waiting for me to speak.
“You were saying something about the Lightening Effect!”
“Ah, yes!” Jayreth said excitedly, as though he had been waiting for someone to discuss something wrong with him. “This is called the Lightning Effect.”
I cocked my head slightly. “Okay, and?” I questioned.
“Ah, yes, the Lightning Effect,” he repeated. “Just like lightning shines bright and sparks, so does her blood.”
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