The blade glimmered in the moonlight streaming through the open window. His reflection gleamed off the metal, his grin wicked and cruel. It was my worst nightmare. All the past nightmares paled compared to this moment.
“Emmaline! Run!” My mother’s screams echoed in the silence of the night as I ran from her and my father’s blade and his cruel taunts.
I hadn’t wanted to leave her alone, but somehow, I knew she was strong. Strong enough to survive. I had to protect my legacy and my magic. At that moment, I had to protect my future.
I fled into the night on my dappled horse, not looking back.