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Homeward

I told them I'd come back for them. Even if it took me forever, I'd return and set them all free.

Mommo gave me a tired smile and patted me on the head before handing me over to the guards that would escort me to safety. "I will be back!" My voice cracked, but I refused to let my eyes tear up. Big girls don't cry.

The last guard died a week ago, when the wargs attacked she told me to run and before I could say a word she jumped into the pack and started to hack away at the black beasts. I watched them tear her to pieces. 

Luna taught me to fight with the sword, it was her specialty. Omega knew everything there was to know about tracking and Daisy fought with two long knives. From them I learned how to survive in the wild. Mommo had made sure I knew everything about navigating the court.

Tonight I reclaim my right to the throne. Fifteen years after fleeing into the night with nothing but the clothes on my back and three guards to protect me. This is the night my aunt will pay for her treason!

 




Prosa av Yheela
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Publicerad 2016-06-29 14:00



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