Chapter 12 - OtyliaThe boy who wants peace more than anything started a war… ironic.
THE MOONLIGHT SHONE SOFTLY ACROSS ARA’S FACE. We’d gathered at the end of the village center with the other girls, waiting for Wacław to emerge. Storm clouds had rolled in from the west while we’d been in the longhouse, but that sliver of light was enough to show the warriors’ smirks.
The Drowning of Marzanna had been nothing but a complete disaster. While I hadn’t really known what I expected, it wasn’t this. Dziewanna still wasn’t talking to me, my childhood friend turned rival was apparently a demon, no boy had dared to approach me the entire night, and now, the tribe was about to march against the Solgawi.
Let war come.
We hadn’t gone to war since I’d become a szeptucha, but the other channelers ta
