Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Nyx

A s I look up from my grizzly task, a tremor seems to go through the land. It is one only I can feel, and it fills me with dread. Blood drips from my knife and onto my cloak, but I do not care, the corpse cooling at my feet.

Standing, I turn to stare up at where the sun is still high in the sky, so tense that I feel nauseous. I have never prayed, there is no point because no deity would ever deign to listen to my prayers, but I want to fall to my knees and call out to anyone who can hear me, wishing there was a way to change fate.

Something is shifting in the forest around me, and while it is nothing I can see, I can feel it. The feeling of excitement and murderous joy, glee, and… change.

There is no denying it no matter how much I wish otherwise.

They have found her, and I will never see her again.