That Frigid Fargin Witch (The Legend Of Vanx Malic) - Plot & Excerpts
They spread like mice through fertile fields and overtook the land. – Balladamned (A Zythian song) A dash of fizzing green liquid splashed across pale white flesh and puckered red, scabbed-over wounds. Queen Corydalis gasped, and then sputtered and flopped, atop the frozen crimson altar block to which she was lashed. Like a fish out of water, her battered, naked body jerked and twitched in spine-clinching pain. The Hoar Witch cackled mercilessly and clapped her hands together with giddy excitement. “Order the guardians of the tree to stand down, my putrid little pixie queen, or I’ll pluck off your other wing and show you the real meaning of pain.” Even if Queen Corydalis could have managed to respond, she wouldn’t. She knew she was as good as dead. She had willingly made a sacrifice of herself in order to buy their emerald-eyed champion more time, but with half his party dead and the Hoar Witch laying pitfalls in his every path, there was little hope left. She didn’t care about her own life; her only concern was the Heart Tree.
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