Azlynn’s P.O.V.

Three weeks had passed, that night of disaster was still fresh in my mind. I could feel the chilly wind biting my cheeks, just like when we crossed the west kingdom’s border in the darkness.

Xavion was a murderer or executioner, responsible for ending my dad’s life. But I had to run away like a criminal, hiding my sorry face. The dense pines looming in the forest were the silent judges when I first arrived here.

I had fled with my daughter, asking help from my dad’s loyal subordinate, uncle Earl. That angel from heaven came to see me with brother Howard that night. He respected my wishes...