Astrik cracked his knuckles he was gonna enjoy this. Ronan had attacked him after all. Ronan always had attacked him. When he was walking with Nova Ronan had sprung out of the water and pushed him of the rocks into the razor sharp grass. Nova pulled him out and he still has the scars across his back. Nova had took care of him until Jax took her away
He watched the sun reach up to display 1 last minute of colors. Everyone was here he even saw Daunt's black fire swirling around the trunks of the trees. It was time.
He watched Nova hug her brother. That was how she wanted to die. Her brother would plunge the sword through her.
Ronan pulled back on his arrow.
Macie stood against the tree.
Jax took Nova's hand.
He placed his hands on Ronan's neck.
"3" Christen started
"2" Macie continued.
"1" He smirked, Daunt would be happy. He snapped Ronan's neck
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Christen watched Nova fall in his arms, the purple sword in her back.
A wind picked up and he watched Nova's hair fly in the wind and break away into ashes
He killed his sister...
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Jax felt Nova's hand fall limp in his. She was gone. Dead.
Why did they have to die Daunt isn't there another way?
He picked up Nova in his arms. He made up his mind there had to be...
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Beatrice watched in horror until Astrik seeped the ashes back into their weapons.
What was he doing?
Her phone rang, probably Gally but she didn't answer it.
Astrik flashed a smile at her "don't worry they're in great hands. She will be fine."
Beatrice nodded on with him but didn't say anything. Who was this guy again? And why is he here? Most importantly, Why does he keep smiling?
YOU ARE READING
The Tempest Spell
Fantasy(Book 1 in The Daunting Curse trilogy) DISCONTINUED UNLESS,YOU,FINISH IT. These words appear on the backs of 3 ordinary people Nova, Ronan and Macie, about to be tangled up in the largest war of their lives, between gods and monsters, light and dark...
