Of Thorns and Demons

I could’ve saved her. Killing the guard was the easy part; I had to live with myself, with the dark memories that haunted my day and night. The cost of freedom was too high whilst she was still captive. My sister didn’t deserve to be held whilst I roamed amongst the wreckage the Envoy left in their wake. The dawn of war was as ugly as it was brutal.


The Remnant he bestowed was a curse and a gift; its magic was unknowable. Yet its energy meant I could wield weapons that none could. Without them, Raven and Ash would’ve died. Perhaps it was better to be alone, but that’s when the demons hurt the most. After the only place I’d ever known crumbled, my world became dark, lit by a single glimmer of hope: that if I survived, then perhaps I stood a chance to save her too.