Before he stepped inside the circle, the crane wrapped his string around Lashuka's wrist. The half-god released my arm.
"Tania, come to me." The blind hunter shouted, opening her way to the young me; and she obeyed eagerly.
The string in the fay's hand turned as black as coal. Lashuka surged ahead and caught the fay crane.
They soared to the sky and then smashed to the ground. Dust rose and Lashuka was up on his feet. The white feathers changed color to black and he was furling around himself in pain.
"Your majesty!" A hunter shouted and the sights followed him.
"The crown prince!" Patrise stated.
We heard that was the fay king but here it was the crown prince!
"We saw enough, your junior version is safe now." She added, took hold of my arm and we left.
