“Look!”Grace said in awe that was tinged with fear as she pointed upwards.“What’s that light in the sky?”
It wasn’t just one light, but dozens.“Meteors,” Zoe said bleakly, leaning against Amaros when he put his arm around her.
“The crazy prophet was right,” Camriel said.“The Soldiers of Chaos have arrived.”
“And our world is doomed if we don’t win the war that’s about to start,” Amaros said.
Grace turned to look at Zoe.She could see the blazing red tail of the comets reflected in her green eyes.“Are we going to win this war, Zoe?”she asked.
She looked so young and vulnerable, yet also wise and mature beyond her years.“I don’t know,” Zoe said honestly, unwilling to lie to her friend.“I haven’t had a vision of the final outcome.I think we can be safe and happy here in our base if we can gather all the knights and cambions together.”They needed to hear that something would go right for them to dispel their gloom.
We will,” Camriel vowed, staring at the approaching comets in hatred.“I’ll find my mate and keep her safe from the creature that spawned her.”
It was a chilling reminder that Zoe’s own father was among the beings who were falling from the sky.Amaros had saved her from the horrible fate of becoming a slave to her sire.She could only hope they would be able to rescue the rest of her kind in time.