“I am an IceWing. I am allied to the IceWings. And the animus brought me here. He was the one who broke my wing, and pinned me down so I wouldn’t run away. ” Chenoa shouted."Well, it's, uhh, lovely, dear. And for gosh sakes, get your tribes right. You are a NightWing, love." Ruewen retorted with a sour smile as his guards advanced towards Leif.
The IceWing made no move to stop the soldiers, their spears raised threateningly.
More SkyWings appeared, coming swiftly around the thick tree line.
Ruewen licked around his mouth, smiling.
The Prince met his gaze, a forlorn look in his eye.
"Remove all your spells, Leif." Ruewen commanded. "Any other sort of spell- and your done. Your soul can't handle anything else."
It was a lie. Ruewen didn't really know. Maybe this last spell would kill Leif, he didn't care.
The IceWing did not move, holding Ruewen's gaze with a blank stare.
"Very well, then." The SkyWing rolled his eyes, more soldiers landing on the rock beside him. "Then we'll kill her."
One of the guards beside Leif whirled on Chenoa, spear still raised.
(*Hiss whispers* sacrifice play, saaaacrifice playyy.. play the victim, Chen.)