ZURI

“Let me go!” I shouted. My voice cracked as the guards yanked me down from the horse. My feet hit the ground hard, the dirt biting against my soles.

My wrists ached where their fingers clamped too tightly, but none of that mattered right now.

My mouth fell open when I lifted my head and took in the scene before me.

Magnikka was chaos.

Men and women were dragged through the streets in chains, their bodies bent under the weight of iron. Clamps and dreadful suppressors were wrapped ...