Newspapers flipped over every street in the world. The world is getting on a tight end, watching over the war between Jerron and the Government over the affair of the Shelly Hunt one week later. Everyone knew it is going to change the world.
But only a few knew about the great battle that is coming up ahead of that.
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Kanitha's eyes fluttered open as the sun lowered into the horizon. It was almost dusk. Where she would be killed.
She was chained to the top of the Cliff of Justice in Deus Maris. With Monk and Abhijar positioned beside her, all of her tribemates were gathered at the bottom, ready to witness the execution. She is relieved that Lucy didn't participate in this execution because she is preparing for the battle with Jerron, but still, it doesn't matter now.
The weight of Stone's double pressed against her chest. Ralph knew what's happened. She knows it when he shared her vision. He knows that she's in danger. But it's too late for him to come, which is the best thing Kanitha could hope for.
The chains and metals rubbed against her wounds. Some from fighting, others from the experiments. She was at least relieved to hear that a bit of her power had saved Ralph, as Forrest had informed her.
The sky was dark orange like a smoldered bonfire, behind her, the horizon was night already with stars twinkling through the darkness. The sky seemed like an infinity, stretching endlessly towards all direction. She wishes that she could still see more of them, to live through more years, but she guess it'll have to end here with these last stars she would ever see in her life.
She had lived thirteen borrowed years thanks to Whales, but in the end... The Scars still got her.
How absurd. How would someone even think about freedom when she had spent three centuries being a slave?
By now she noticed that Monk shifted beside her, blocking out the sunset, his raised dagger gleams under the burning sun.
Kanitha let her dark, cool-toned hair fly out behind her with the wind as she focused on the blade of the dagger, where she sees the sun disappearing, bit by bit, scorching its way down the horizon.
Until it was gone. The blade was completely engulfed in moonlight and dark.
At the same time, too many things happened.
Abhijar rings the bell that signals the start of the execution, resonating through the atmosphere, an uproar of cheer from the crowds which soon transformed into cries of surprise as the dagger lunged itself down towards Kanitha's throat.
She swore she heard a twang, a very faint one, barely audible...
There was a sharp tink of metal clanking together and a zip of breeze.
Kanitha quickly turned to the direction where the dagger had disappeared, and her stomach dropped right through her waist.
The dagger was pinned on the stone wall behind them, penetrated accurately through the middle of its blade by a red arrow tipped with black and bright red feathers.
She's seen this arrow before. It was from another member of the Five Descendants whose family uses this kind of weapons. She's only met her once, when they were very young, both imprisoned in the Scars' dungeons as the Targets until she was shipped off to Garavia while Kanitha was sent to the Flow Jungle.
Kanitha widened her eyes and searched for the source of the arrow. Standing on the second hill of the Cliff of Justice, on its cliff side, bathed in moonlight, was Cecilia.
She held her chin high, her hair tinted the shadows behind her, flowing through the cool, nightly wind. She narrowed her eyes, all the shadows across Deus Maris wavered and shook, submitting under her power.
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Alasla: The New Age
Fantasy"What killed him isn't me. It's the world." Ralph had never asked for much. Not even his own identity. But when his best and only friend got murdered by the man he calls father, he was forced to set off on an expedition to unravel the truth of this...
