The Not-So-Safe House
In the darkness of the bedroom that surrounded them, Haldir tried to drift off to sleep.
Once he relaxed enough to let his thoughts wander, he envisioned Tessa in his mind. Not the little girl lying beside her brother in the other bed, as weak and helpless as the day of her birth, but the one she was meant to be.
She glowed as bright as the angry sun on the hottest day as she walked through the fields of her enemies and laid them all to waste while she cackled in her witchy way.
Dreadful and beautiful, the Queen of Ruin returned, and even the devil himself feared her.
He squinted through the flames and smoke as he followed her and her beasts through the field of war-torn bodies until he noticed a form on horseback in the distance. At that moment, he understood what it all meant.