The person who bolsters during grey moments and kicks ass when needed. Someone courageous enough to share truth in a way it can be heard. To my own hero, the man who makes my heart beat faster. DST, I love you! “Alea iacta est.” –Suetonius to Julius Caesar. January 10, 49 BC Let the die be cast. “Witch. We’re coming for you.” The menacing voice channeled by Dark Fae crashed within her mind. “Yeah right,” Sherry huffed, shoving away the Dark Fae’s attempt to intimidate. Her dagger flashed red-hot in her hand. Jagged bolts of energy fused another seam in the rip along the shield. The Dark Fae were out there. Terrorizing. If she didn’t repair the shield, they’d do more than channel threats. They’d cross and there would be no end to Sidhe’s ability to inflict harm. Cold realm wind burst past Sherry, upsetting the swipe of her dagger along the rip in the energy shield.
