Chapter XI
THE SHIFTING WAVES
STORM KNEW HE WAS pushing his horse too hard, but he couldn’t help it. The castle was in sight. The red banners his elite warriors carried were a dirty replica of those fluttering against the tall walls keeping Sky safe. It had been a difficult campaign, exhausting and disgusting.
The rebels that had attacked Mitas had been vicious. Bodies of children torn apart and scattered throughout the stronghold; women r***d and beaten for days, then left to die on the cold stones paving the roads of the reinforced town; houses burnt to the ground, provisions destroyed. It was all Storm hated in waging war. No honor, no humanity. He’d never slaughtered innocents. Never touched women or children.
They’d taken the stronghold easily. The Dragon and his men knew of the s
