The Last Fury's Wish [Sample]

The Duke of the Court picked up his book and started moving towards the door. "I have to go and find out where the Fury went to, I can’t let it get away.”
Calvert grabbed his arm, “Stop!”
Argo glared at him and snapped, “What? I need to get moving, Calvert, you can’t stop me from going after it.”
“‘It’ has a name,” the king muttered. “Allegretta.”
“Allegretta Furor-Irand. I heard her, you know, she spoke very clearly right in my face,” the duke muttered. “You know what it means, correct? Anger-Fury.”
Calvert shook his head, “Her first name, however, means ‘happy.’ Maybe she is a better person than you give her credit for.”
"That doesn’t make her ‘happy,’ Cal,” snorted Argo. “That just makes her, or her caretaker, intelligent. Now let me go, you’re hurting my arm.”
Reluctantly, Calvert did as the younger boy asked and watched him march defiantly out of the large room. 'You’re eighteen, Argo,' he thought. 'Time to make some decisions based on what you think is right, not on what your father taught you.'

In a land joined together by many provinces, being a Fury means you have many less privileges than anyone else. Actually, it means that whoever sees you should take out a knife and kill you on the spot.

Allegretta, one of the last Furies in the world, is thrown into a flurry of action and despair once her caretaker almost dies because of her foolishness. She realizes that she is the reason many people lock their doors at night, and that everyone would rather stay ignorant than learn the real truth about her kind.