Warrior Blind
And my son and daughter’s, plus those of the great demon king. Bring them all, and know that you are bringing upon them death.”
    Koios gripped his sword, refusing to allow the fear her words brought to settle into his heart.
    He was warrior. He would not fear war.
    “Bronwen of Gaia, there is no time, for you, I am afraid. No time for you to grow accustomed to what we have told you.” Phaenna covered Eaudne’s shoulders with a blanket when the other woman slumped against the table. “It is you who has been tasked with the gathering of the healers. For all you can find will be needed.”
     

Chapter 15
     
    BRONWEN was rattled completely to her core. What—how—was she supposed to do this?
    She stood when those around her did. Auri grabbed her hand. “Ren and I are going back to Relaklonos City. Kindara knows how to call the healers.”
    “I’m going with you.” If she was to do this, she needed to do it from the very beginning, didn’t she?
    “I do not think that is wise.” Koios was there. He was almost always there, wasn’t he?
    Whatever was to happen, she had a feeling he would be a big part of it.
    How could she accept that? “I am going. I make my own decisions, Koios. No matter what. You don’t have the right to say any differently.”
    “Think whatever you wish, but from now on. As the Phrymos is the Laquazzeana Aureliana’s champion so I am yours. You have my vow of protection and honor.”
    She bit back the urge to snap out ‘too little, too late’. That wasn’t like her, and she wouldn’t take her nerves out on him because he was convenient.
    She’d been raised better than that.
    She turned toward the woman who’d had the biggest hand in that raising. “Auri, can Ren flash us both to Kindara?”
    “He can. We can speak with Kinney tonight, and she can send out the call.”
    “Then let’s do it.”
    Koios started to protest again. But Bronwen held up a hand. “Don’t you have other things to do? Don’t you have thousands of warriors to gather? How can you do that if you’re constantly dogging my footsteps?”
    “I do not understand what this dogging is you speak of. But yes, I do need to go. I need to speak with my twin. Gather my men. I just do not wish to leave you unprotected.”
    “She will not be unprotected, Koios.” Auri’s voice showed her own irritation with him. Or was Bronwen just imagining that? “We’re all on this path together, and hers includes this new place. The Four Destinies will see it happen.”
    “Why do you talk of the Destinies so often now?” Bronwen asked. The Four Destinies had only been a fairy tale to her, but now they were referenced all the time.
    “The Laquazzeana are intimately aware of the Four Destinies.” Phaenna said from somewhere behind Bronwen. She’d almost forgotten the others, so consumed with what she should be doing next. “You’ll find out someday what I mean. I think you even know one...or two...maybe two. How should I know?”
    Bronwen didn’t know what to say to the other woman. She addressed Auri instead. “Can we go? If we don’t do it now, I may just lose whatever courage I have left.”
    Phaenna laughed again. “Courage is one thing you do not lack, little one. Or the one thing you will find in this new place.”
    “I hope you’re right.”
    “Of course I am. I am always right. It’s a curse. I deal in a lot of curses.”
     
     
     
     
     

     

Chapter 16
     
    THEY gather,” Auri said.
    “How many?” Bronwen stood by the window overlooking the Thrun courtyard that Cass tended so often. She couldn’t see it, but she could smell the roses that Cass had transplanted from Colorado. It was a small bit of home, and a small bit that she needed.
    She was barely holding on to the meager breakfast she’d eaten hours earlier.
    Thrun was swarming with people. She’d been told healers from every Kind were gathering, with a greater number than ever before in any world. She could hear them everywhere.
    And all

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