Chapter 88. The Symphony of Destruction

SAELYNA

I’m running through the village. My eyes are hot with tears, stinging with the smoke that blocks the air, my throat burns with my brother’s name. I stumble on a body; it’s an elf, his open dark blue eyes piercingly accusing, hand flung out as if reaching for mine.

I gasp as I pick up and continue my deranged search. The screams echo through my very being, I can taste their tears, the blood.

Quain stands in front of me, eyes wide with fear. His thick hair falls over his face, and there is no burn on the left side of it.

“Come on!” he yells, reaching for my hand.

“Cyran!” I yell back, “I have to find my brother!”

He gives me one last frantic gaze before disappearing around a corner, fast as a hare.

Quain.

One second I’m staring at death, the next he’s in front of me and his name replaces their screams in my head. Right next to the horrible crack of breaking bone, as he falls to the ground with a thud that sounds so very far aw