Aster Wood And The Blackburn Son - Plot & Excerpts
Zacharias’ story had been intended to fill me, all of us, with some sort of courage. But instead of increasing my resolve about the trial before me, my brain buzzed with questions. About Jade. About Stonemore. But more than anything, about that panther. It seemed like a tale most of the men had heard before, maybe even as children. And yet none of them seemed to know anything about the White Guard. Why? The wolf I had met on the snow planet had stomped his feet, just as in the story. He had protected me. Saved me. And Erod, with his weird white bands of power, had done the same. But I had never met another person who had had the same types of encounters, at least nobody who spoke of them. And while the story matched my experience in many ways, it was written off by the men as a fairy tale, good for spirit lifting but not practical advice. When I finally did doze off, my dreams were punctuated with the bright, glowing beasts. In one, I ran through a meadow, joyful at the freedom and the feeling of power my speed gave me.
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