Caged in Shadow by Jasmine Walt EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Adara
From the waters we come, and to the waters we shall return.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks as the ice fae chanted the refrain in unison,
the final words to the funeral ceremony. We were all gathered outside Linn
Chrystail, a sacred lake ten miles north of Fheir, where the ice fae sent their
dead to rest.
Lord Tor, Tamil’s father, cleared his throat as the chanting died away. He
was a tall, wizened fae with translucent skin and snow-white hair, and
though his imposing stature and the majestic pelt draped around his broad
shoulders lent him a commanding air, the walking stick he leaned so heavily
against served as a reminder to everyone of his illness. Tamil’s fiance,
Havor, and her younger sisters, Lora and Nora, gathered close around him,
standing together in solidarity and grief.
In contrast, Einar and I stood on the outskirts of the clan, Leap, Mavlyn,
and Quye alongside us. The harpies who had helped us defeat Dune and his
shadow soldiers had departed, taking their dead with them. I wish I’d had
more time to thank them properly, but it was probably for the best that
they’d left so quickly. I didn’t think the ice fae would feel comfortable
having them here for the funeral.
The fae who had fallen in battle had all been laid out on ice floes perched at
the edge of the lake, dressed in ceremonial robes or armor depending on
their status. Tamil and Tuliana were in the center, the former dressed in
battle armor, the latter in her high priestess robes. Both had been cleaned of
all traces of blood and violence, the crowns and headdresses of their
stations perched on their heads, their hands folded atop their weapons and
amulets. Fanned out on either side of them, and stretching back behind
them for several rows, were the soldiers and acolytes who had also
perished.
The ice fae began to sing in the old fae tongue, a funeral lament about
transformation and rebirth. We fae did not believe death was the end, but
rather a cycle in which we returned to the loving embrace of the universe
before being reborn once again in whatever form would best serve the
cosmos.
After everything I’d seen and experienced with magic, I was inclined to
believe it, too. But even so, it was hard to take comfort in the knowledge
that Tamil was not truly gone when looking at the tear-streaked faces of her
family and friends.
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