AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Waiting.
“Caspyn!” Lyani yelled with that same panic as before, her skirts flying as she ran to me, the sharp pierce of her scream pulling me out of my trance. “You said you would fix this if I found them!”
I could only stare at her, my heart pounding in my chest at what she said. She remembered the time before my jump. She shouldn’t remember, how could she remember?
They never remembered, no one ever remembered.
What in the name of the Goddess was happening?
“Caspyn!” She screamed again, her panic clear even as she turned toward the man who was rushing her, her hands already out in an attempt to fight. Ziah was only steps from her, preparing to fight, but this time with a different man.
No. No more death. I couldn’t let anyone else die. I would solve whatever fuckery was unraveling around me later.
That darkness sprang to life, my eagerness for battle gripping me as I let that twisted side of me take control. My magic flared as I moved myself back through time enough that I bridged my run from one place to another, using the power to move seamlessly.
I reached Lyani’s attacker before he reached her, my blade slicing through the air as I slid it over his neck, blood pouring and flooding down his chest as he gagged. I let him fall, letting the power of ice fall from my skin as I brought forth the flame, the raging heat flooding everywhere. I turned to Lyani, whipping my blade on those useless cotton trousers without even looking.
“Get the children out of here,” my voice was hollow as I looked at her, her eyes widening.
“Caspyn. Your eyes…” she lifted her hands as though she would touch me, but I turned, shying away from the touch lest she get burned.
“I know,” I said with a snarl, turning toward where Ziah was facing yet another of the men, the boy ready to lunge himself at his attacker, the same way I had so many years ago.
He was strong, but he didn’t need to be.
No boy needed to fight like that.
No boy needed to lose so much.
I lifted my hand, letting the flame rip from me, right into the man that had been one swing away from ending the boy. Like hell if I would let him.
“Take Ziah. Go.” I ran toward the screams, toward the men that were swinging and screaming and slaughtering the Lightens who didn’t have so much as a sword between them.
Pulling at my magic, my hand waved over the ground as I ran, pulling every pebble and rock from their resting place and sending them into the crowd of screaming murderous men.
The tiny weapons rushed away from me, embedding themselves in skulls and arms and sending more than one screaming in agony. It was those I targeted first. Pushing the Lightens to the side I swung my blade, slicing through flesh and against bone as I sent one after another to the ground.
These men were not fighters, they knew nothing of battle, they were angry and fueled by hatred. They slashed the air as though it was wheat needing reaped, their faces contorted with a rage turned panic as I turned my blades on them and with an easy block and a quick slice they were down, the screams shifting from the frightened Lightens to the men whose blood sprayed in ribbons of red all around me.
The warm wet blood drenched my arms, it soaked into the white cotton of my shirt, it was everywhere as I fought my way through the villagers who had come to seek retribution for what I had done.
Kicking one man away, I turned on the other, freezing with my blades outstretched as I recognized him as the barkeep from the village, the rotund man holding what looked to be a butcher knife out. It was coated in blood.
Purple blood.
Fae blood.
What the hell?
Even in my panic at the Fae blood that dripped from his blade, that coated the ground, I kept my knives outstretched, my magic still pulled tight against my skin, ready to plunge him into the soil lest he made an unwanted move.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” I taunted, flipping one blade even as I plunged the other one toward him in a threat. I wanted to slice him from head to toe for what he had done, for what he had brought to these people.
These peaceful people.
He was wrong about them, just as I had been.
He darted back, his eyes drifting one way than another as he realized he was the last one there, all of his companions had fled.
