21
‘You know, I’ve been thinkin’. Maybe this Oberon fella ain’t so bad,’ said one of the men huddled next to a roaring fire on Tower Green. ‘He seems… powerful, you know? A good leader.’
‘Charisma, I believe it’s called,’ agreed another, warming his hands. ‘I like ’im.’
Stella abandoned her post to think. It was dark again. So smothered was the sun that daylight struggled to make it through the clouds past lunchtime. For two days now, it had offered only a gloomy light.
She reflected on how she had marched the humans to the Tower of London not long after Queen Victoria’s demise. As a group, they were greeted by the dregs of a battle. With a garrison of a thousand soldiers stationed at the Tower, it was one of London’s most formidable fortresses. However, Oberon’s forces had been swift.
