A Shadow in the Ember

“‘And so it will begin with the last Chosen blood spilled, the great conspirator birthed from the flesh and fire of the Primals will awaken as the Harbinger and the Bringer of Death and Destruction to the lands gifted by the gods. Beware, for the end will come from the west to destroy the east and lay waste to all which lies between.’”

From the desperation of golden crowns and born of mortal flesh, a great primal power rises as the heir to the lands and seas, to the skies and all the realms. A shadow in the ember, a light in the flame, to become a fire in the flesh. When the stars fall from the night, the great mountains crumble into the seas, and old bones raise their swords beside the gods, the false one will be stripped from glory until two born of the same misdeeds, born of the same great and Primal power in the mortal realm. A first daughter, with blood full of fire, fated for the once-promised King. And the second daughter, with blood full of ash and ice, the other half of the future King. Together, they will remake the realms as they usher in the end.’”

But that, liessa, was barely a kiss.”

My pulse pounded dizzyingly fast. “Then kiss me.”

“I would say that I have one decent, kind bone in my body when it comes to you, liessa.”

“I’m already gasping,” he whispered, his voice rougher, deeper.

What does liessa mean?”

The god didn’t answer for what felt like a small eternity. “It has different meanings to different people.” The eather pulsed in his eyes, swirling once more through the silver. “But all of them mean something beautiful and powerful.”

“I meant that since you seem pretty—”

“Thank you.”

“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”

You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?