Chapter 20 - WacławWhy is leaving so hard?
MY HEART ACHED as I strapped my dark blue wooden shield and spear to my back, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. Dew hung on the grass as the sun crept above the horizon. It would be a long journey, and Father had insisted that we leave at first light. Still, the fog from last night’s encounter with Marzanna filled my head.
I shivered, remembering how the chill pricked at my skin as her eyes tore into my soul. The goddess of death, of disease, of winter, demanded I obey.
What choice do I have?
Marzanna had confirmed the diviners’ visions of the Frostmarked Horde who’d invaded the Anshayman Steppe—men who would destroy our tribe if I did not betray Jaryło. How powerful was this advancing army if it drove fear into the warlords of the
