Chapter 15
Cullenspire manor loomed behind Trystan, ripe with more activity than it had seen in years. Every day, citizens poured into the stronghold from the surrounding villages. Fighting men and women set up a camp that stretched as far as their king could see.
Twenty years ago there’d been a war of such a size none of them had seen before. Was this the sight that struck his father? Had he walked among the tents wondering how many of these good people would make it out of this?
Had his mother seen women piecing together armor from any material they could find and then fitting it to their daughters?
Had they seen the fire in the people’s eyes?
It wasn’t the blue fire of magic that had consumed the village, this was a pure burning will. A readiness. Had they known it would come to th
