History is often more wedded to the actual events of the past than we would like it to be. And while the victors will try to rewrite the annals in their favor, the truth will always remain strong and dominant. Beneath the surface it will stay, preparing to boil over when the accuracy of events must be told.
Carmon Dagarth, Blood Lord of Srabeth
"I've got a nasty feeling." Sheala spent an inordinate amount of time pondering the high faces of the canyon, searching for signs of danger lurking among their rocky crevasses. Soaring overhead, they curled inward towards the top. "I feel like I'm going to be strangled by these walls," She rubbed the skin of her neck red to emphasize the dire sensation. "As though the life is being choked out of me by hands around my throat."
"Relax. And stop being so over dramatic." Reane lounged in her saddle, her horse side by side with Sheala's and a stark contrast to her friend's stiff demeanor. Together, the two women joined in a leisurely ride through the straight but jagged gash in the world, the rest of their party trailing behind them.
Sheala pointed to the bright stretch of cloudless mid-day blue visible above them. "I keep having visions of a dragon. Coming straight down the chasm and turning us all into crispy sticks of char. Do you realize how exposed we are here? There is literally no cover."
Also noting their confinement and vulnerability, Reane resolved not to let her own concerns show to Sheala. "Do you realize how paranoid you sound?"
"Paranoid?" Sheala moaned under her breath. "Or cautiously realistic? You know, I survived a long time by not putting myself in any jeopardy I didn't think I could reasonably get out of."
"Look, I'm pretty sure if I was going to die here, and in such a spectacular and imaginative fashion as you've dreamed up, I would have had some vision of that prior to now." Every word that formed Reane's reaction to the wild fantasy was delivered with a smirk. "I know I've explained to you how seers aren't able to see beyond our own deaths?"
"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that." Sheala turned to her friend and prepared to challenge that assertion made many times before. "If that's true though, then how is it that the Seers of Denang could predict events hundreds, or even thousands, of years into the future? Huh?"
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Daughters of Fate Book 3 | An Original Fantasy Adventure
FantasyOne war. Two Sisters. One end. There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance. Approximately 130k words.