A root caught her foot, making her stumble. She waved her hands in defense, ducking too late. Then, closer, she heard the siren of death: “She went toward the horses!”įear stole her breath and dumped adrenaline into her body. A smattering of laughter sounded distantly to her right. Taking a deep breath, gritting her teeth so they wouldn’t chatter, she eased along the wall as quietly as she could. Lately, one could be heard as often as the other. Leaves softly clattered in the breeze like dancing skeletons. It had been burnt three years ago when the Graygual had invaded. Her palms slapped the side of a ruined building. It was either run now and risk death, or brave life locked in a gilded cage. Master wanted an heir, and she had been chosen to bear it. The tatters of her ruined dress flew out behind her. Heart in her throat, she ran, lengthening her stride on light feet. Darkness crouched in the empty space of the town’s square, beckoning to her. She closed her eyes for a moment, steeling her resolve, before bending slightly to peer around the corner. The rough surface scratched her bare arm as she huddled against the wall. Panicked breath left Jezzia’s mouth in puffs of white. Under the threat of torture and eventual death, a new power rises. Without mental power to defend themselves, the Westwood Lands are trapped within their own walls. Unfortunately, they aren’t the only ones with an agenda. With the title of Chosen secured, Shanti and Cayan must look to the next steps in ripping back their freedom from the most deadly tyrant in the land. The Hunter wasn’t trained to admit defeat. Never want to miss the latest? Sign up here! The people, places and situations contained in this ebook are figments of the author’s imagination and in no way reflect real or true events.
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