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“Why would I lie? I will happily say to your face, or next to it, that I need to get to Lumenfell to stop a mob of feral idiots who are about to make a huge mistake. Alisdair isn’t a monster, he only looks like one, and the reason he does is because of a curse no one truly understood... until now,” I said, voice shaking. “I know how to save him, Wind and Wild, and all of us from the beast curse, and that’s exactly what the fuck I’m going to do!
“So get me there, right now, or I’ll beat your ass, and trust me,” I barked, “I don’t need magic or sight to do it!”
Silence reigned in the square, broken only by shouts, screams, and booms in the distance.
The mysterious stranger hummed. “Well, when you put it like that, who am I to deny you?”
“Wait, what—”
“Good luck.”
A swirling pool of silver and blue opened up beneath my feet, reflecting my blown brows and gaping mouth.
She laughed. “You’ll need it.”
“You—!”
I fell. Scream clogging in my throat, the ground pulled out from beneath me, ripping me away from the square, Lyrica, and that chillingshe.
Tumbling through the air, I landed face-first into a bed of powdery cold. I shoved up, gasping—and immediately choked on the burning air.
“Smoke?” I staggered to my feet. “How...”
I ordered that woman to send me to Lumenfell, and sadly, that’s exactly what she did. I stood at the mouth of the path of Bevin, gazing out at the beautiful, peaceful town of Lumenfell as it was consumed by flames.
Heavy clouds of acrid smoke blanketed the shadowed town, hazing the air and stinging my eyes. Everywhere I looked, there was fighting. Villagers fighting the attackers destroying their home. Soldiers battling the intruders in air and on land. All of it was horrifying, but none of it struck as much fear in my heart as the flowers.
Dozens— No, hundreds of purple flowers floating through the air, burning in the snow, littered on the street, or clutched in the hands of the mob.
“How?” I breathed. “How did they get all of—?”
A feather-faced man dragged a cat woman screaming out of her home. Howling, he raised his hand high—knife tip glinting in the firelight.
My arrow soared free, sinking in his throat.
Dropping the knife, he clutched his neck and collapsed—dead.
“Thank you,” she sobbed. “Thank you so much.”
“Of course.” I accepted the thanks, saying nothing of the fact that I missed. I was aiming for his knife arm. “Get out of town,” I ordered. “Get to safety.”
Nodding hard, she ducked back inside her home, then came running back out with two furry-faced children under her arms and another hanging on her back. I covered her into they disappeared into the trees, and then I returned the arrow to my back.
Alisdair was a great teacher, but I wasn’t a good enough shot to risk it again. The next time, I could hit the wrong person.
Not that I know who the right people are!
I winced, sweeping through the blinding flames and attacking smoke. All I saw were faerikens fighting faerikens. How was I supposed to know who the victims were?
And weren’t they all victims? They’re all trapped under an unforgiving curse and desperate to get out. They don’t know another way but to fight who they wrongly believed is the enemy.
“Stop!” I screamed. “Stop this, please! You have it all wrong. This won’t break the curse, but I can! I can put everything back to—”
“Argh!” Out of the corner of my eye, a gorilla man picked up a burning barrel, and readied to throw it on a familiar figure.
I burst into a sprint, tackling him around the waist just as he let go.
“No!”
