One day the boy was scavenging for fruit when he heard the sound of metal striking metal. He went to have a look, and witnessed fencers fighting bandits. He saw a bandit sneaking up on one of the fencers, and so he shouted a warning.
Shay could clearly see everything. Everything. That was wrong. It couldn’t have been more than midnight, and it was a new moon out. It should have been dark as the deepest sea. She looked down at the blade of her sword. A glowing, flickering orange, reflected back.
“The real and invariable nature of a thing is comprised of little details. The more closely you can observe and define something, the better you will understand it.”
We arrived midday at the Order Garrison. A grumpy young man, who I could only assume was the garrison secretary, was tossing excess papers around his desk.
An account of how Shayen Locke and Miren Folley met. Enjoy!