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Three Years Later
Intruders in the Vale. Unseelie rogues. Protect the king.
As usual, the familiar, voiceless intrusion from the Tithriall was
barely a breath of thought whispered into my heart, but it resounded
through me with all the urgency of the warning bells that would soon be
ringing from the heights of The Mountain City.
Unseelie. Protect the king. Protect the witch.
The Autumn Prince approaches …
I tried not to think about Amira, the witch I’d found curled up in the
forest three years ago whom I had cared for ever since. The witch who had
become the closest thing I’d had to an actual friend in centuries.
She’d cried for me, for the sacrifice I was making in order to protect her
one last time.
“I will see you again,” I had said, attempting to console her, but she had
known I lied.
Now I was racing through the ley lines to draw off the enemy while the
bells began to peal shrilly behind me. Amidst the Summer quadrant in the
Kingdom of the Vale, the essences of decay and frost from the Unseelie
intruders were especially potent to me. I sensed them shooting through the
veins of the Tithriall in pursuit, spreading out like a pack of wolves to try
and surround me.
That was when I felt him. The spike of power seemed unmistakable,
although I had never met him or another creature like the infamous Autumn
Prince before. But with his essence unbound from his physical form when
he entered the Tithriall, he was like a magnet that drew me back toward him
like a star exploding and swallowing the universe.
Desperate to avoid him, I heaved myself out of the Tithriall and exploded
through a tree trunk in my haste, sprawling inelegantly on the forest floor.
My body felt heavy and sluggish as it reformed, but my flesh and bones
helped shield me from the raw power hunting me.
It had been the right thing to do, leading the Unseelie intruders away
from Amira and the Griffin King. Riordan was powerful when he was at
full strength, but I feared not even the King of the Vale was a match for
what was chasing me. We could not risk him being captured.
I trembled, my breaths ragged with fear as I got my hands under me and
pushed determinedly to my feet. I did not look back, but I heard the trees
shattering behind me as Unseelie careened out of the Tithriall and hit the
ground running. Their bodies reformed with sharp snaps that sounded like
ice cracking and bones snapping, and they bellowed cries that echoed like
the baying of hounds as they pounded after me.
They were going to catch me. It was certain.
I continued to pump my limbs hard, but I began to grow pleats of acorn
shells as a lightweight armour to protect my skin which was as soft as new
petals. Dryads were not designed for warfare as trolls and orcs were, but I
would not be surrendering without a fight. I might not be a match for
hardened mercenaries, and it had been decades since I wielded a blade, but I
could distract them from Amira and Riordan.
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