After their decisive victory over Orinovo, Lys-Akkaria's army crosses the border to take back territory that used to be theirs. With the combined forces of a lightweaver and shadowforger, Orinovo doesn't stand a chance.
In spite of their newfound a...
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Yarima was absolutely shaken by everything that had been happening over the last day. She and Oretski had mostly hidden out of the way while the people of Kyr-Toryl fought with the guards and sometimes each other.
There had mostly just been brawls, nothing more than a few broken bones, but it was surreal to see this happening in person.
Yarima had never seen protests like this. Whoever dared to question the queen disappeared, and her soldiers and guards were well paid enough to keep in line, so no one ever dared.
She was currently waiting in a dark alley for Oretski to return. They never dared to investigating the situation together, so instead they tended to go in different directions and then regroup again. Wearing hoods was suspicious as it was. They didn't need to make that worse by staying together.
Yarima herself hadn't managed to find out much despite having followed one of the main people organizing the anti-war protests for hours. The woman had just gone around checking on people's wellbeing. Which was admirable, Yarima supposed, but wholly useless.
This chaos was the perfect chance for to take the Daybreaker's powers, especially when he was injured, but he'd gone somewhere and they had no idea where. And they were wasting time.
"I know where Tyr-Naralyn is," said Oretski from behind her, making her flinch a little and turn around. The man was so sundering silent it made Yarima wonder if he somehow used the air to muffle his movements.
"Okay, great. Let's go then."
Yarima was already walking the way Oretski had appeared from, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"We cannot just march over there and take him."
Yarima narrowly resisted a joke about how Oretski would love to take the Daybreaker. The rivalry he and Tyr-Naralyn had had always been very peculiar to her. It didn't really come across as entirely hate-based, and maybe they should just get it out of their system.
But without knowing how her brother would feel about it, Yarima couldn't encourage anything.
"I already defeated him twice. I was just always stopped by the shadowforger from actually taking his power," Yarima argued, shaking his hand off her shoulder.
Oretski's eyes widened. It was just by a fraction, but it made his usually stony face look horrified anyway. "You...tried to take his power?"
Yarima frowned, pausing before nodding slowly. "Yeah? That is the thing that I do."
"You have not been primed to take on the power of a svetlokriv," Oretski explained, calm but also clearly still very concerned judging by the look in his eyes. "It will kill you."
Yarima stared at him in utter confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Oretski frowned harder. "Your mother never told you how it all works, did she?"
