CHAPTER NINETEEN
BREA
The militias weren’t coming. Well, some of them were, but not the force that could have made up the greatest part of Lochlan’s army, not the Raudur city militia.
Warriors from outlying villages trickled into the capital, and more would come as Lochlan led his force toward Iskalt.
But the people right here in the largest city in Eldur? They sat in their homes, closing their doors against the thought of helping a foreign kingdom.
Brea walked the streets at dusk against her mother’s wishes. Sure, there were dangers in any city, but as the sun disappeared, Brea was one of the few in Eldur with magic still coursing through her veins.
Magic she couldn’t control without the words she didn’t know, but that didn’t matter. The people of Eldur still thought her the Fargels
