A New Queen Rises to the Throne

Ari looked at Red with uneasiness in his eyes. He had dreaded the day the Darkling would rise after they knew of Red's curse, the meaning behind her mark, and the deal that Dorothy made with the dark faey.

The faey warrior grabbed Red and held her closer to him, almost crushing her in his tight embrace. "The Darkling will not have you, Red. He will never, ever have you."

Red trembled in his arms, and the elfen warrior could sense the fear that perhaps she had bottled up when she had face the dark faey in those twenty minutes inside the prison cell.

"You must get moving." Sir Arthur suggested. "There is nothing left for you to do here."

Red raised her head and saw the dream spirit pace around the prison cell.

Ari held her up and supported her still, as they looked around the mess that was all around them.