SHADOW“About time you guys showed up again.”
Victory’s hand spasmed for a sword no longer there, until the familiarity of Syri’s voice penetrated.
This time, the elven girl ducked when Asaron lashed out. “Too slow, old man.”
“Have respect for your elders.”
Unbidden, Syri approached Victory and hugged her. “It’s good to see you all again. I mean, not good, I guess,” she said, her voice muffled in Victory’s shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
The girl should have seemed frail, ghostly, the way the strange light of this world washed her out. But she was strong and firm in Victory’s arms, reassuring in a place where nothing seemed right.
When they broke apart, Syri turned to Mikelos for the same. When they too stepped away from each other, she seemed to be checking the area around them. “H
