Elise Kova amerikai
„I am above compassion and relationships,” he seethes. „I do not have a reason to lower myself to the emotions of the rabble. I walk above them.”
„If you're always walking above people you risk walking on them, Eldas. And that's how you make enemies.”
“What was that?”
“Fadewalking. It’s a skill very few are capable of.”
I wonder what other incredible feats he can perform. Before I can ask, the air at Eldas’s side writhes like heat off a brick street. From between the shadows and light, a wolf bounds forth. The now-familiar beast happily trots over to me, rounds my feet, and sits at my side.
“What the—” Oh, good, Eldas is as confused as I. The king scowls at the creature. “Yet another sign the Fade is weakening. It’s becoming unruly,” he mumbles. Then, louder, “Go, beast.”
The wolf tilts his head to the side.
“By the order of the Elf King, you are a creature of the Fade, and there you shall remain.”
The wolf wags his tail and I don’t bother suppressing a giggle. “I guess he does what he wants.” I bury my hand in the wolf’s fur.
“Like someone else I know.” Eldas gives me a side eye and somehow I laugh. For the first time, it feels as if we’re working together—as though we’re equals.
“If it’s any consolation, he didn’t listen to me either.”
Eldas looks up to the heavens as if silently beseeching the gods for assistance and then heaves a monumental sigh. “He’ll go back soon enough. He was likely just following our scent through the Fade.”
“Fadewalking seems a lot less impressive when an animal can do it too.” I can’t help a grin.
‘Fire needs air to live. Air fuels fire, stokes it, and makes it burn brighter and hotter than it ever could alone. But too much air will snuff it completely, just as too many flames will consume all the air. They are far greater than the sum of their parts together, but are equally as dangerous to each other’s existence.’”
She looked in the mirror at the new person staring back at her.
A sorcerer with battle scars, dead friends, and blood on her hands occupied the mirror. The frightened faces of the senators came back to Vhalla with vivid clarity. They were sending her to war, so she would go and become something they had every right to fear.