Trial of Flame
“Zephyr! Aster! KYREN! NOW!”
They came crashing through the trees like a cavalry of chaos, all wide eyes and frantic heartbeats, breathless and terrified.
“Baby?” Zephyr dropped beside me, his wings flaring in distress.
Aster and Kyren dropped to their knees too, but before anyone could speak....The forest shifted. Leaves rustled with no wind. Magic pulsed in the ground. The air tasted like sage and fire.
And then… he appeared.
The White Stag.
Massive. Glorious. Glowing with soft, ancient magic. He stepped into the clearing as if he owned the damn world, and maybe he did. He walked straight up to me, towering and regal, then bent his graceful head… and licked my face.
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