![]() Such vast power within this weapon-enough to destroy an ancient city, an ancient people. The metal gleams with impatience, potent as the glare of a jungle beast closing in on prey. Thin striations spiderweb across it, a reminder of the day the Scholars shattered it after imprisoning my people. It is a four-pointed diamond, with a narrow gap at its apex. The Star hangs from the wall of the cavern far from human eyes. I swore two vows that day: to protect, always. “Meherya, no.” I have wondered in the years since then if she already feared what I would become. ![]() “I would destroy any who dared hurt you,” I said. It lit our children umber as they trailed scorch marks and laughter across the stone floor. That day, the breezes off the river ruffled her midnight hair and sunlight poured like liquid gold through the sheer curtains of the windows. I spoke with the passion and folly of youth, though I was not, of course, young. “I fear what you will do if harm comes to those whom you love.” “I fear for you, Meherya.” Her voice trembled. Her gaze settled on our children as they tore about the palace, their bodies flickering from flame to flesh, tiny cyclones of impossible beauty. ![]() But in later years, with a furrowed brow. ![]() My queen spoke the words often across the centuries we spent together. ![]()
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