Attempting to get to the Palace was the hardest thing I'd ever done in my entire life. I'd shot so many creatures that I was running dangerously low on arrows. Nathan and the Nixies had gone to defend the other Fae that were struggling to fight, weak from their monarch.
As the Palace loomed into view, a vigorous wind knocked into me, and although my wings fluttered furiously to keep me aloft, I fell and skidded to the ground. Adrenaline surged through my veins and my head pounded. It was hard to concentrate, and as I heaved myself up, my limbs shook.
The floating island that I was on was chaotic. Mounds of people were heaped in a pile, burning. I retched at the smell, and scrambled away from the burning bodies. What was this? It was such a cruel and utterly inhumane thing to do.
Bumpi
