Shimmering Sands [m] Hosts of the Air

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The thief stood in shocked silence. At his feet lay the dark bundle of his prize, a young girl stirring faintly, but for the moment he had forgotten her. His eyes were wide, fixed ahead.

The scene before him was painted in blood. His brothers torn to crimson shreds and strewn across the sands. The scents of those responsible were lost beneath the thick, metallic stench of death — but he knew. Even before the pale warriors appeared as if summoned by his presence, he knew.

And he screamed, just as his brothers had.

...

Seelie was alone when she woke — or so she thought in those first moments. The girl blinked, feeling fogged as she sat up. Her head hurt terribly. And where was she? She —

she wasn't alone.

It was the bodies which first caught her gaze. In horror Seelie shrieked and stumbled away from them... only to trip over something still warm, something far too soft and slick for her liking. She looked down and screamed again into the ruined face of a dying man.

The man gurgled. Breathing hard now, overcome by her panic, Seelie ran. She didn't know where she was going. It didn't matter. She just needed to get away.