The Armor of Dusan
Amanda Porter
Human.
Those words had been spat in Zanna’s face since she was a child as if it were a curse. Her life amongst the fair folk was full of enchantment and wonder, but there was an underlying resentment from those around her. While her adoptive family loved her, she knew in her heart she would never truly be one of them. After all, she was only human.
Still, her father, Dorthran, was a High Lord and trained all of his children in the ways of Vaelkesh. It made no difference, he said, what was in her blood, it mattered what was in her heart. She clearly had the heart of a warrior.
“Move it, Little Fire,” a sharp voice yelled as she hit the ground. “You’re being outmatched.”
Zanna knew that. Her father had pitted her, once again, against her oldest sister,
