Eight
Gray
Blurred by my tears, three women appeared on the boat behind Liam, dressed in white and carrying their silver swords, just as they had in my dream in the Shadowrealm.
We told you not to follow him, they said.
“Where is my sword?” I asked, nearly delirious with grief. “There are supposed to be four.”
I was vaguely aware of Liam kneeling down on the deck before me, his warm hands wrapping around my calves, his blue eyes scanning my face, searching for signs of life. But I looked past him, reaching instead for the women.
You must seek your own sword, they said, their voices unifying into a single, shadowy echo. Before you no longer have the strength to rise.
They vanished in an instant, leaving their swords behind, suddenly embedded in my chest. Blood leaked from the wounds,
