Chapter 27: Troubling Times

The horse stepped across the ice, snorting and prancing. Icicles peeled off its hide. Mists wreathed its hooves.

Mialtros held her breathe as the figure approached.

The figure brushed their hood back and smiled. It was a woman. Her hair was white, and her eyes were green.

She ran her hands through her cloak and posed on the horse; kicking a leg in the air, tossing her head back so it touched her shoulders.

She wobbled as she spoke, trying to keep balance as the horse walked.

“I’m flattered you think I’m half as handsome as she is. I’m afraid though, that I’m not the one you were hoping for. My name is Xiathera. Xiathia is my sister. This gorgeous girl is Dimira, God of Time. A pleasure to meet us I’m sure.”

Mewl dropped the hammer at Mialtros’s feet. He rolled his eyes.

'You know, for a Guardian of Time, you certainly took your sweet time getting here. What? Were the time ways busy?'