58. ShowdownBranwyn cheered with the rest of the Torelians as the sky turned golden with wings. She found herself now on the far edge of the fighting, her quiver empty, and the last of the Brathadair fleeing the inner circle or bowing in surrender. She lowered her bow, taking a few deep, steadying breaths. She was shaky, and her feet were rather wet, but she had survived. She wanted to jump and shout and hug someone and at the same time curl up and cry.
Craning her neck, Branwyn looked up at the swirling convocation of Eagles. She sighed again. How would the battle have ended if not for their avian allies? She laughed out loud. That was Iolair, with Aiden on her back! She grinned at them, her heart swelling.
Branwyn’s gaze drifted back to the ground, and she wandered aimlessly through th
