The Reckoning

Elira

I stand in the field, clutching my stomach where Vera’s sword sliced me. Blood seeps through my fingers, hot and completely sticky, spreading down the front of my clothes.

The deep wound burns intensely, and I grit my teeth hard against the sharp pain. Across from me, Vera stands incredibly tall, her sword gleaming red with my fresh blood.

Her evil grin spreads wide, sharp and truly cruel, and that grin felt permanently burned into my mind.

The crowd of rogue warriors ...