The Black Wolf
It was getting dark, but I sat watching the flowers sway gently by the air.
My hands idly picked at the hem of my skirt while my thoughts drifted, until a quick flash of light streaked across the dusky sky.
A shooting star. My heart skipped. Every child knew what it meant, a wish will be granted if you whispered it before the light disappeared.
“I wish…” my voice broke into a breath, eyes closing, hands trembling against my ribs. “I wish to be with Zevarion.”
Of all the things I could have hoped for, freedom, revenge, an end to this cursed necklace, my soul reached out only for him. Even if it was just for a fleeting second.
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