PUNISHEDYi’ingo Village, Ahe’ey
Quinn could hear the crack of Amalia’s whip long before she could see it. The lashes echoed all over the forest, followed by Scout’s shrieks of pain. Amalia’s white stallion reared, mimicking his master’s aggression. In front of the horse, kneeling on the ground was the white-and-purple-haired Yi’ingo apprentice. At every attempt that she made to get up and run, Amalia punished her with a lashing that tore the skin of her back right to the bone. The queen mother’s horse jumped over the girl who lay where she stood, almost unconscious.
“You will follow our ancestor’s rules, or you will die.” Amalia’s voice was commanding.
“Leave the girl,” Sky said, placing her horse between her grandmother’s horse and Scout.
Quinn sighed with relief.
“Who are you to def
