Of Weighted Crowns & Ghastly Measures
Clouds Forest Between sobs of her incantation, Siin approached the girl and plunged his favoured weapon—his ceremonial dagger from a homeland he never knew, a people he never lived with, and a power he'd never known—into the gut of a crying little girl. He stared at the wound; all to similar to the hole his own life left in his gut. Siin and the girl both fell to their knees as she died on his blade. He wanted to look away as her middle burned like a lit parchment, but as the forces left her eyes a little girl's quiet light shown through and he was glad he had not cowered. He strained back welling tears so he could look upon her as a pure, living, child. He stared even as she was ash to him now...in the palm of his hand. Kodlaa broke into the circle tossing two daggers into their sheath
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