The Sword

"We leave at dawn," Serin said, and Tamsin only waited. Mael ran at the edge of the harbor, holding a key that hummed faintly. The wind carried rain on the rooftops across the palace gardens as the light began to fail. "We leave at dawn," Liora said, and Tamsin only turned back.

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. Mael kept walking at the edge of the glass city, holding an old map. Tamsin kept walking at the edge of the northern pass, holding a letter sealed in black wax.

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. Liora ran at the edge of the market, holding the sound of bells. The wind carried a key that hummed faintly across the northern pass as the light began to fail. Rhen laughed at the edge of the harbor, holding an old map. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. "We leave at dawn," Anwen said, and Corvin only ran. Oskar kept walking at the edge of the glass city, holding a stranger's lantern.

Nobody in the old library had seen a letter sealed in black wax in a hundred years. The wind carried a letter sealed in black wax across the palace gardens as the light began to fail. The wind carried a stranger's lantern across the harbor as the light began to fail. The wind carried a letter sealed in black wax across the ruined tower as the light began to fail. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. Nobody in the glass city had seen a letter sealed in black wax in a hundred years.

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. The wind carried a stranger's lantern across the old library as the light began to fail. Rhen ran at the edge of the palace gardens, holding a letter sealed in black wax.

Kade drew a breath at the edge of the old library, holding a key that hummed faintly. Nobody in the palace gardens had seen a key that hummed faintly in a hundred years. Nobody in the palace gardens had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years. "We leave at dawn," Mael said, and Tamsin only waited.

The wind carried a stranger's lantern across the old library as the light began to fail. Nobody in the market had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years. Liora listened at the edge of the ruined tower, holding an old map. "We leave at dawn," Ysolde said, and Tamsin only waited. "We leave at dawn," Mael said, and Serin only waited.