Dethroned_An Inimical Prequel Novella by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

Author:Genevieve Iseult Eldredge [Eldredge, Genevieve Iseult]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Monster House Books, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Syl

No fair Fae

Ever came to the defense

Of a dark Fae

- Glamma’s Grimm

One second, I’m in the worst pain in my life. The next, I’m in a fight for my life. Only, our enemy has a weapon capable of killing me in one strike. Now I know how the Jabberwocky in that poem feels…

Worse, Dark Faerie is ready to explode in violence, Roue’s side against her father’s.

But, thing is? It’s not a fair fight. Not by a long shot.

Along with the vorpal blade, King Reinghûl’s got the hearthstone, he’s got the Ebon Knights, and the most powerful arch-Eld on his side. Plus, he’s controlled by his dark side, which means, we can’t unleash our full power on him.

For a long, tense moment, the two forces stand facing each other across the Adamant Hall—Rouen vs. Reinghûl, daughter against father—and then the next, the moment shatters like glass.

In a wave of bristling black, the Adamant Guards crash into the ranks of Ebon Knights and Rooks. The clash of weapons and the echo of battle cries rip through the throne room.

Rouen wastes no time. She saws on her violin, the strings screaming with violet lightning. Bolts fly as she blasts her father, but with a casual wave of his hand, he throws up a shadow-shield. Crack, crash! Her electricity zaps off it.

As his Rooks and Knights rush us, he leaps lightly to the throne. “Seize them!”

Yeah, we’ve gotta free him from his dark self, if only because his villain lines really suck.

We spin back to back, Roue all lit up with violet gramarye, and me…

“No more Miss Nice fair Fae.”

Stuffing down my pain, I call on the Summerfire in my blood. Whoosh! White flame leaps around my hands, washing the dark throne room in stark brightness. A thousand screams and cries deafen me as the nearest dark Fae hiss and shriek, covering their eyes, dropping weapons.

The Rooks and Knights nearest me back way off.

“Good boys.” I smirk, blasting a fiery path for Roue.

White flames rip along the floor, and my Roue races through them. We’re soul-bound now, and she doesn’t have to worry about my flames burning her down.

The other dark Fae, though? Not so much.

They all jerk back from me, all except Stavrin, the leader of the Ebon Knights.

Glaive flashing, he lunges for Rouen’s back. I blast him a good one, knocking him into a wall. It cracks beneath the force.

Eeep. Maybe that was a little too hard.

Then again, he did just try to steal my girl.

“Syl, behind you!” Roue’s sending is bright with fear for me.

I whirl, firing at the Rooks trying to sneak up behind me. A circle of black-armored warriors rings me, edging close, close, ever closer. I blast them back even as Reinghûl pulls on the hearthstone, creating more and more.

I’m being surrounded. “Roue!”

She leaps, turning midair, violet bolts singing from her strings.

In front of me, two Rooks explode into glittering black shards. They patter to the floor then wisp away into shadow. I sail through the gap, landing on the throne’s dais at the same time as my Roue.

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