The soft flutter of pigeon wings filled the sky over Shewa as the birds descended with ribbons tied to their legs. The messengers had arrived—tiny couriers of war and revelation. A guard retrieved them quickly, rushing through the winding corridors of the stone fortress toward the command chamber where Khisa sat with Commander Tesfaye.
The sun was beginning to set, bleeding orange across the mountains as Khisa untied the letters with practiced fingers. He skimmed through them one by one, the shadows on his face growing darker with each word.
Tesfaye leaned over, his eyes scanning for meaning. "What does it say?" he asked.
Khisa's brow furrowed. "Nuri has taken control of a major trade hub… and now both the Portuguese and the Ottomans have set their sights on us."
Tesfaye blinked. "What?"
Khisa nodded, stunned. "They've allied themselves against us. Both of them."