TYR

The mirror caught the first light of morning as I adjusted the metal fittings on my cloak. The weight of the polished steel was heavy on my shoulders, the gleam of my rank plates sharp against the dark fabric. I hadn’t worn these in a long time but today was a special day. I had no idea what the cause of my excitement was, except for the obvious fact that Zuri would be returning. How would she be now? Stronger, right?

My reflection stared back at me with hard eyes and a tight jaw. Every ...