The thief
The thief stood on the bow of the ship in silence.
She watched as her home, her playground, her palace, drifted away from her.
She hadn't been careful. They hadn't been quiet, and now they had to leave.
And with them, they had to take lots of unfinished business. The guild would be after their indentures. The crown would be after their lives. And worse, the world would be after her magic.
But not his.
No, the thief had no doubt that Magic would return to his home plane. There was no more havoc to wreak here on the mortal world.
She wondered if there was a reason he'd taken her bracelet, and Cara's dagger and Declyn's bomb.
But honestly, who would know?
Magic was unpredictable.
Magic
Magic gazed up at the willow tree in the town square.
It still stood, steady and strong.
Even amongst the pain around it, the endless unconscious bodies of the guards. Magic thought back to what the archbishop had said a week earlier.
"The willow tree symbolises life and rebirth."
***
Magic returned to the palace once more.
Here he studied the King's throne. It was beautiful, powerful, and magnificent.
He knew what to do with it.
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The land of the Gods (Complete)
Fantasy"I thought a tree that symbolises life would be a fitting companion to Death." Thaleara Sullivan has a debt to pay. Five years ago, she was found by Glenham's thieves guild and provided a life. Little did she know that she would have to return the...
