The Myth

Every Harbinger knew the ancient myth.

A song once sang by the elders. Of both the First Water Fey and the Harbinger kind, alike.

It told of one born from demon blood and harbinger fey that would emerge as the strongest among them.

One to lead them all.

One that would demand utter obedience and destroy them.

It was sang that this Dark Harbinger would irrevocably change the ways of First Water Fey and Harbingers.

Clawdus and the injured fey next to him, looked from Disseus monopolizing the air to Nierwae who stood with trees bowing in toward him. So tall that he bent them.

And the words of that song echoed in their minds.

As did Clawdus’ words. ‘Who do we fear most?’

His meaning was clear.

The harbingers were going to have to choose who they’d continue to attack. More were getting injured. Raining from the sky in crumpled heaps. Seeming to have little effect on the densely armored skin of the airborne Dar