7. When the Messenger Arrived
When the Messenger Arrived
the sound of his broken wings echoed
across this dilapidated palace.
When she saw him,
my mother knew.
He wore my father’s sigil
and when we rushed to help him,
he put his hand up to stop us,
his body crumpling to the floor.
We reached him just as
his bloodied mouth opened,
as the ichor from his wounds
pooled at his feet.
‘All
is lost.
They are on their way.
You must run !’
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