The girl stumbles around the campsite, trying to catch her footing on the uneven ground. All around her she sees skeletal figures huddling together against the frigid cold of the night, trying to make fires out of sticks and stones instead of a flick of their fingers; healing wounds and illnesses with dirty linen and faith instead of a muttered phrase. The girl tries to help, but she is only in possession of a small flame, not the wildfire gifted upon so many of her family.
It is not enough. The humans are dying, their fragility and short lives slowly ending their race, and those in the East are doing nothing to stop it. She stands with those calling for change, but will an army of breakable, untalented bodies be enough?
She knows one thing for certain: power has resided for too long in the hands of those blessed with it in their veins.
She senses the intruder before they make themselves known – one of them, and brimming with unholy energy and intent. Their eyes glow, beautiful and deadly. They utter one word, one simple word.
The girl does not feel it when her legs give out.
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Rebel
FantasyFelicity Coal has built a life for herself in a corrupt and unjust empire. She knows it's wrong. But can she sacrifice comfort and security for the greater good? **** She has it all: mountains of money, an oh-so platonic best friend, and a star posi...
