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Then there had been the vendor buying vegetables who thought she was a part of the bargain His warehouse had gone up in flames
Each tile before whatever she was pointing at had caught fire It frightened her She knew not what it ht
“Dear Isolde” Thearound her waist The guards chuckled behind her,rude statements She could smell the perfuhtened you Please, my love, do not worry your pretty head There will be no revolt You are absolutely safe with me Bronwyn Finn is as worthless as her brothers She’s dead or as good as She’s no threat to anyone”
No threat Useless Yes, she felt it
There was a loud shout, and the crowds began totoward the h wail could be heard Everyone—peasant, fare of the crowd
The guard strode forward, the small body in his hands no impediment to his movement
Bron gasped Ove She looked so tiny in the brutish guard’s hold, her delicate feet dangling The bastard had the wee brownie by her throat Ove’s eyes were bulging already as she struggled to breathe
“Let her go!” Bron shouted, tearing away fro but the fact that Ove couldn’t last long The guard’s hand fit easily around her throat, and he could break her little neck without even thinking about it “You’re killing her She’s just a child She didn’t ”
She was barely two A child in brownie years, not quite on the cusp of her womanhood She was just a baby who had wanted to come to the party, hold a ribbon in her hands while she pranced around the maypole with the other children Bron knehat had happened She’d snuck frolimpse of the party she should have attended Ove didn’t understand the principles of purity Ove wanted to play with her friends And now she was dying
“Seize her!” The mayor ordered
It wasn’t until the guards grabbed her arht back to theher head, her eyes begging Bronwyn to stay caluards, at least one for every five villagers, and food had been scarce The villagers eak They would be no uards
“You will have to excuse uide her” Micha’s eyes narrowed on her, his mouth a flat line that prouard who held the brownie “What is that thing doing here ruining my party?”
The guard dropped Ove to the ground, her body hitting the dirt with a thud The little brownie dragged air into her lungs, her long fingers touching her throat “I found the thing in the bushes watching the dancing”
The irl “Take it away Throw it on the fire I don’t care, but I want no further disruptions”
The tingling in Bron’s hands was stronger than ever, and she couldn’t deny it Without thinking, going only on instinct, she called out to that power inside her and pointed at the guard who held a sword to Ove’s throat Fire sparked on the guard’s tunic, a flash that erupted in all-out fla him