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I’m anxious for Aurdyn to return and my nerves are completely wound up. Although Brovyn has assured me many times that the Dark Elves are not a danger to Aurdyn, I cannot stop worrying about him. My entire life, I’ve heard terrifying things about the Elves and their powerful magic.
Hoping to distract myself from my concerns, I decided to practice wielding my fire magic in the castle gardens again. I’m glad I ran into Brovyn because he showed me an even better spot than the one I’d found before. This one is near the temple and yet far enough away, that we are unlikely to be disturbed.
Snow falls all around us, but my new clothes are warm and all the exertion of practicing with my powers makes me forget the cold.
The vision of Aurdyn flying away floats to the surface of my mind and I clench my jaw. What if that was the last time I ever see him? Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them back, concentrating my fire magic on the painted rock target Brovyn points to.
“I can see the worry in your eyes, Freyja,” Brovyn says. “But you have no need to fret. Trust me. Elves know better than to cross a Dragon.”
“Dragons and their arrogant natures,” I mutter to myself.
Brovyn arches a brow. “Your concern for Aurdyn’s safety is like that of a Dragon for her mate.”
Before I can respond, he points to another target. Concentrating my powers, I send a ball of fire to the painted rock, watching in triumph as it explodes against it in a brilliant display.
“Excellent.” A faint grin tilts his mouth. “Is it easier for you to control it now?”
“Yes.” Exhaustion seeps into my bones. I know I’m supposed to be careful how much magic I use at one time, but I let myself get carried away. “I think I’ll practice a bit with my sword and then head back inside. Care to spar?”
He dips his chin. “I will go to the armory and procure a sword.”
He leaves and I begin the careful and precise movements of my practice stances. The first time I saw my instructor demonstrate these, I was mesmerized. It is almost like a dance. Elegant, but lethal.
Focusing on a fixed point before me, I concentrate on the feel of the sword in my hand. The weight and the balance as I move through the practiced motions until my sword is no longer a weapon, but an extension of my own self.
Closing my eyes, I focus my power. When I open them, fire licks along the blade.
As I study the dancing flame on the steel, my thoughts turn to my vision, and my impending demise.
Death.The word weighs heavy on my mind. A risk for anyone that wields a sword or goes to battle.
My parents rode off for war and never came back. There are so many things I never got to say to them… things we never got a chance to do.
My heart clenches as I think of Aurdyn. I pushed him away when all I want to do is wrap myself up in his arms and wings. I hurt him and he doesn’t know why. There is so much left unsaid between us. So much I want to tell him, but I cannot. The spirit of the heart tree said I could not speak of what I saw.
I hate that Aurdyn thinks I’m rejecting him because I do not think him a worthy suitor.
The High Priest said we are only given when we need to guide our path, but maybe there is another way. All I know is that I am desperate for him to return. Despite all of Brovyn’s reassurances, the Dark Elves possess dangerous magics, and I will not be happy until I see my arrogant Dragon protector again.
And when I do, I will make sure he knows never to leave me behind again.
CHAPTER44
AURDYN
As soon as I reach the castle, I find Brovyn flying toward the gardens, so I fly up beside him. “Where is Freyja?”
“Nice to see you too.” He purses his lips.
I narrow my eyes. I am not in the mood for teasing right now. “Have you seen her?”
He dips his chin. “She has been practicing with her fire magic. And now, she wishes to spar.”
A deep growl rumbles in my throat. “With you?” When he nods, jealous anger grips my chest like an iron vise. Sparring is too similar to the mating battle. I dislike the idea of her training with him. She should practice with me.
“Give me that.” I pull the sword from his grip. “If she is going to spar with someone, it will be me.”
He rolls his eyes. “I am not trying to lure her away from you, cousin.”
