![]() ![]() ![]() I still remember the look on his face when I told him. He didn’t even want me to become a guardian. ![]() I can’t imagine him wanting me to leave this earth the way he did. When I stop breathing, it will turn black like my father’s. My hand clutches the pendant resting against my chest, and I can’t help wondering how much longer my cord will stay turquoise blue, vibrant with the energy I breathed into it before the Gales clasped it around my neck. And even if she is, can I really push Vane to be ready for the fight? I almost lost him today. If she isn’t, the Stormers could arrive any second. Still, I wish I had some sign that she’s really out there stalling them. I know she’ll be careful, hide any glimmer of her trail. But the song carries no note of anything out of the ordinary. The lyrics hold no clue to their presence. I concentrate on a nearby Easterly’s song, listening for any sign of the Stormers’ approach. ![]()
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