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Fennrin had been scared Daryan might punish him for what had happened, but he'd been strangely silent. At least Fennrin thought so. He'd not been paying much attention to the outside world, stuck in his grief. It had been hours, and he'd still not said anything to Fennrin. Now that they were alone, Fennrin had expected that this would be the time for Daryan to speak, but he was still staying quiet. Usually, Fennrin would assume something horrible would follow that silence, but he could
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Dear ol' Neven
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Fennrin groaned, shaking his head as he tried to pull himself together. He needed to capture or kill Ainreth. But instead he was the one being captured, given the clamp on his right hand. But...wait. His left hand was still free. And no one was holding him down anymore. He got up, trying to wrestle the clamp off his hand, only to find it locked. But he could still fight, even with just one hand. He could.... His thoughts came to an immediate halt when he heard a horn coming from t
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This is true throughout this whole book
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A large effigy in the visage of Varilik was certainly not what Ainreth would have thought of, but he had to admit it was just insulting enough to get under the Herald's skin. And it was tall enough to be seen far and wide. Ainreth couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of it, now burning. He really hoped it was clear who the effigy was supposed to symbolize. But even if it wasn't, he was sure that someone had already notified Varilik about the rebel gathering if nothing else. He just h
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Ooh, now that would be interesting. I think he'd suck at the job because I can't see him putting up with politics, but I like this idea
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Ainreth gritted his teeth, sweat running down his forehead as he raised his hands to the sun, pulling at the beams of light it produced. He had been training constantly since people had started getting killed. He couldn't believe they'd gotten here, but they had, and so he had to do his best to protect them. Pulling in the sun's rays, he formed as spear from them, sending it flying at a nearby tree, wavering a bit with exhaustion as he watched the light sear through the wood, burning a
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Well said. Daryan isn't going to change but Fenn could use a wake up call...
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Indeed, things are only bound to get worse
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When Fennrin reached Lor-Lyntera, he immediately frowned. There were barricades blocking off access to the gate, and there were many armored people defending it. Fennrin could count at least a dozen, some of who must have been deserters from the army given that they were wearing the lightforged armor he and Ainreth had made. Others were only equipped with chainmail or not even that. Fennrin's group counted only six people, including him—a general and four soldiers. But there was hardly
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Honestly she should just kill all the nobles and become a peaceful temporary dictator
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That would be the rational approach
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"Lys-Akkaria grows weak," said the queen. Yarima scowled. When she'd gotten called to see her mother, she hadn't been sure what it would be about. And she still wasn't. "You want to attack them?" Yarima asked because what else could this possibly mean? It didn't make it sound any less insane, however. "Now is the appropriate time," Svytlani said, a pensive frown on her face as she sat on her throne. "My spies have confirmed what you've discovered—Lys-Akkaria is fighting with itsel
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None in canon, but I'm not one to police ships
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Fenn is losing it
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Fennrin sobbed into Daryan's shoulder as thorns once again ripped his skin open, ever deeper. It hurt so much, but he knew he deserved it. He kept failing Daryan. "You need to do better, Fenn," Daryan told him, his voice just as gentle as ever as he carding his fingers through Fennrin's hair. "This won't stop until you bring him in. Or kill him." "I'm t-trying," Fennrin whimpered out, shaking. "He's too strong." "You are stronger," Daryan insisted, pulling away from him enough to
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Petre would probably tell Ain to give up on him. They don't like Fenn very much at this point
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The next few weeks were a blur. And Ainreth was very grateful for that—it stopped him from overthinking, and kept him focused on what was really important. The Lys-Akkarian army had returned. Not all of it, of course, but enough to pose a problem given that they'd started bothering the citizens of Lys-Akkaria all over the country, specifically looking for Ainreth and people allied with him. On the plus side, though, with the proof of Varilik's lies in hand, it had been relatively easy
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They really should have
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Fennrin was worried, to say the least. He couldn't believe Ainreth had somehow managed to discover what he and Daryan had done. But he tried not to panic. That was the last thing anyone needed right now. "Are you okay, my dear?" asked Daryan. He and about a dozen guards were walking with him to public speech Daryan had to give to try to calm down the questioning citizens—a task Fennrin didn't envy him—but Fennrin had barely noticed they'd left the palace. "I... No." Fennrin decided to
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And Daryan could stop it. Of course he doesn't
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"This is...real," said Arem, studying one of the letters closely, sounding like he couldn't believe what he was reading. To be fair, Ainreth was still shocked as well. This was evidence they could actually use to convince everyone that the Herald was a liar. Ain had no illusions about some people still being in support of the war even after this, but maybe it would be enough to remove Varilik from his post. Now that would be the dream. "We need to show this everyone. Immediat
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Petre might make their own. They control mushrooms, that's suspicious on its own
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Spore mind control
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Petre was hiding something, Ainreth knew that much from how they had been acting since coming back to the warehouse. But he had no idea what. When he'd asked them, they'd ignored him, and instead called for a meeting, actively stopping any further chances of investigating what was up. But Ainreth supposed it was none of his business. If Petre wanted help, they could ask for it, and that was about as much as there was to it. He, Petre, Anyri, Arem, and a few others were gathered around
