Sixty Six: Realms Divided

I woke up to an emptiness I had never felt before. Like my body was hollow. A shell that could move and breathe and talk, but was missing something essential that once filled it up.

Sitting up, my body felt stiff and resisted any motion. I was in a tent, something not unlike the tents we had set up with King Baeleon before the battle in the valley that killed him. The canvas walls were a soft yellow, and the floor was covered in blankets, furs, and pillows. Someone had burned sage in here recently, and there were parts of me that were covered in bandages and salves. I touched my leg where it had been skewered by ice, hissing as any pressure caused it to throb terribly. Nothing else was painful, just sore. Other than the bandaging, my body was covered in a long, soft cotton gown, black as the night and warm against the Wylde winter air.

Frowning, I realized how warm it was in the tent. There were limits to the capabilities of a canvas tent against the cold temperatures outside, but this was too much.

Forcing my limbs to move, I crawled on hands and knees across the soft furs in the tent until I could reach the opening. Moving my hand to push the flap open, I was met with firm resistance. Something solid was on the other side.

A warm rumble vibrated all around my tent. I pulled back the flap only to be met with a wall of black scales. They moved a bit as Spaulder inhaled, then let out a roar of triumph.

My eyes widened and I scooted back inside as the black scales moved around until one enormous eye could be seen outside the tent.

'You are awake, little one.'

My head was still in a fog, but I knew what had happened. Was it truly over? After this long, it was hard to accept, but I managed to crawl out of the tent and hold onto his neck.

"Spha-" The word caught in my throat as I began coughing. Mother, my throat was dry. I could hardly make a sound, let alone finish my words.

"Wren!" Schula was pushing around Spaulder's head to come to me. Relief flooded her face as she slid her arms around my neck.

"Schu-" Another coughing fit and Schula handed me a waterskin from her belt. I drank deeply from it, ready to empty the whole thing and find somewhere to fill it again.

"Caw!" From the top of my tent, a fat black raven left his perch and flapped down to rest on one of Spaulder's horns. I smiled up at him, the troublemaker was safe after the battle.

"Stars, you must be so thirsty. You were out for four days," Schula said.

I chocked on the water, but this time my throat was well enough to work for me. "Four...four days?"

She nodded, pushing a hand against Spaulder gently urging him to open up. "This one wouldn't let anyone near you but me and Purda."

Spaulder grumbled, snorting a puff of smoke from his nose to dust the top of Schula's head.

"Hey!" She protested, but Spaulder ignored her and began to uncurl from the tight ring he had kept around my tent. Once his neck and tail were out of the way, I finally got my first sight of the encampment after the battle. My jaw dropped at the progress four days could make.

Tents dotted the field, and mine was somewhere near the middle of the city where Teyber's command room had been. Not only tents, but permanent buildings were already going up. Simple things, but they were clearly built with magic from the elements of the fae. Roots and branches wound into simple structures, earth and stone were pulled up from below to make sturdy walls.

"Why didn't we do that before!" I exclaimed.

"The fae learned eons ago not to use our magic in excess during a war," Schula said. "Not all fae have your deep well of power to pull from. What if someone used up their power and then a battle began?"

I nodded, sighing. "Good point."

"Come on, let's get you to Purda," Schula said. "Can you walk?"

I moved my arms from the support of Spaulder's neck and shoulder and winced. Everything was sore. I looked to Schula and shook my head.

'You may approach, night warrior,' Spaulder sounded in my head, and I turned to see what he was talking about.

Thain. He stood nearby, clearly having heard that I had woken up.

'He has been here once an hour, every hour, to see you since the battle,' Spaulder mused in my mind. My face flushed and I just hoped the ancient dragon's words were in my head and my head alone.

Thain stepped into the loose ring that Spaulder still maintained with his body. He had dark circles under his eyes and a few fresh battle scars, but otherwise he had the same calm face that he usually wore that gave nothing away. At some point he had found a clean tunic. Black, of course.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly. Schula moved over enough to let him reach out a hand for one of mine.

"She's too sore to walk," Schula answered for me, then shot me that dreaded mischievous grin. "Give us a hand? Purda should look at her."

Thain gave me a ghost of a smile, reaching in to scoop me up in his arms. "I would be happy to."

With a small laugh, I sank into Thain's arms. After everything we had been through, this shouldn't be a moment to resist.

"Wait," Schula said, ducking into my tent and coming back out with a blanket. "The air isn't as warm once you get away from Spaulder."

She threw the blanket over me, and Spaulder huffed.

'Who says she will be away from me?' he grumbled.

I laid my head against Thain's chest, happy to be taken to the healer of the witches. Spaulder stood, stretching out his wings while Thain began to walk. The field was now so lively. There were witches, elven children, fae of all kinds, going about their business.

"What happened while I was out?" I asked.

"Ha! A lot and very little," Schula answered. "As you can see, a lot has been done to make this place more comfortable while discussions are held. But in regards to the discussions, very little has been resolved."

"I believe they are waiting on you for some of it," Thain said softly.

I mulled over that thought while Thain carried me to the infirmary, which had been greatly improved since the battle. We barely stepped into the doorway when a swarm of healers came over to inspect me. Faces I had worked alongside during the battle, new ones that had joined later.

"Back! Back, all of you," Purda's gruff orders came from behind the cluster of healers, parting them with her cane as she slid up front.

"Purda," I sighed. "I'm so glad you're okay."

She waved my concern away. "These old bones will be serving the Mother for a while longer. Come, I need to look you over."

She led Thain to an empty mat and he set me down. Schula sat on the mat next to me. 

"No, no, none of that now," Purda said. "You two, wait outside with the dragon. I will call for you very shortly."

Thain frowned, but otherwise complied silently. It was Schula who began to protest. 

"But-"

"No, fae," Purda said. "I respect the bond you share with Wren, but I have treated triquetram before. You will be a nuisance. Leave."

I held back a laugh, turning away so Schula couldn't see my face. Finally, I heard her sigh as she relented to the healer. "Fine, I'll be right next to the door." And she left with Thain.

"Stay put while I find what I need," Purda instructed. I stretched my limbs experimentally, save for the leg that had been impaled. Still sore, I laid back while Purda dug through a shelf nearby. When I moved my head, I got a good look at the occupant of the bed next to me, or at least the back of them.

A long yellow braid lay on a lithe frame. A fur covered her lower half, and her ears had enough point to them in the right shape that I knew it was an elven descendant.

"Liana?" I asked, and the back next to me stiffened.

She rolled over and looked at me with a somber expression. "So, you lived."

A few months ago I would have argued with her. Instead, I sighed and accepted it for a very Liana thing to say.

"You did too," I pointed out.

Her jaw tightened, but she gave a curt nod before rolling onto her side, her back to me once more. I frowned. Something wasn't right. I was going to say something when a healer came over to check on Liana, pulling back the blanket. My stomach dropped, my eyes didn't register the wrongness at first. Where two legs should have been she now had lost one at the knee and the other just above the ankle. Heavy bandaging had seeped through and was needing to be changed.

I rolled away, pretending I hadn't seen anything for the proud scout's sake. How cruel was her fate, to lose her swift feet in a war across the world? Her one desire of serving the scouts would likely now be much different than it was before coming to the Wyldes.

"Here, Wren," Purda had returned, a green mixture in a cup in one hand and a waterskin in the other.

I took the cup and brought it up to drink before the deceptively sweet scent of it hit my nose. "Oh no."

"Drink it all, child," Purda urged. "It will numb the pain in your leg and ease the ache in your body."

I grimaced, but tipped the cup up, willing to get it over with as quickly as possible. The mixture of mint and honey didn't disguise the bitter aftertaste nearly enough, and I downed the whole waterskin the moment the cup of medicine was out of my hands.

"I need to pull back the bandages on your leg."

I nodded and looked away while she did so. There was no need for me to see the damage and go into shock. Besides, nothing happening to my body was as bad as many others here were dealing with. Liana had reminded me of the horrors of battle, and I just prayed the damage to our side was minimal.

"With your magic gone it will take a while to heal." Purda began to bandage me back up. "But you should be well enough for a meeting."

"My magic is gone?" I asked, then remembered what I was told about reaching the pinnacle of magic. "Oh."

That was the emptiness. The missing part of me that felt so odd to be without.

"Will it come back?" I asked.

Purda sighed, patting a hand on my good leg. "If the Mother is merciful, it will. But this is a rare occasion, and we simply do not know."

I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek.

There wasn't much to say while Purda checked my other scrapes and bruises. She took her time wrapping and re-applying ointments while I reflected on the last moments of the battle. The flashes of light, what became of DuVarick and Bara Khalja's bodies. If Icehold gave me nightmares, this promised to make my nights even worse. Purda drew me out of my thoughts when she stood up with a grunt.

"That's all for now. Let's get your friends back in here," Purda said.

Once Schula was sure I was doing better and Thain picked me back up again, Purda saw us off from the doorway of the infirmary, and I finally registered that I wasn't being taken to my tent.

"Where exactly are we heading?" I asked.

Thain and Schula exchanged a look. Spaulder, who's chest was roughly even with where we were walking next to him, rumbled.

"There are leaders from several factions that have been discussing what to do from here," Schula said.

"The Wyldes will never look the same again," Thain said. "And they feel that it would be appropriate to have your words present in the discussions."

I groaned.

"I know how you feel about attention," Schula teased, "but I don't think you can get out of this one."

I laid my head against Thain and sighed. "Alright, let's get this over with.

We walked to a large tent that had been set up near the edge of the forest. It was a bright green with the Spring Court heraldry emblazoned on every panel. Guards that represented every group were present, and they let us enter the large tent without a fuss. Closest to the tent opening was Caldon, and as I passed he gave me a wink.

Schula opened the tent flap and Thain carried me in. Cushions lined the floor, and everyone sat around one of those low tables the Spring Court was fond of. I was ready to see some of the faces present, and caught off guard at others.

Diamid sat at the far end of the table, wine glass in hand and a pipe in his mouth. Krissaph stood behind him as some sort of an attendant. Near the Spring king were Kalor and Fandor, and my father gave me a relieved smile. Teyber stood behind them, a proud smile on his face as well, even though his bare arms were fairly bandaged. On the other side of the table was Eberon and the unexpected face of the Summer Court. 

Peyorla glared at me, seething in her stare but otherwise not moving from her seat. Aithne was behind her. They both looked ragged. No surprise after the assault that was reported in the Summer lands. The queen's eyes were still wild with malice, and right now they were directed toward me. further around the table, Mila sat with two other witches I had seen but not officially met before, though I recognized that they were all elders and shared responsibilities at times like this.

The last empty cushion at the table would set me comfortably between Mila and Kalor, and Thain set me down gently before taking up a spot behind Eberon. Schula stood behind me, and when I tried to pull her down to sit at my side she shook her head.

Spaulder, who also wanted to be present, left his head in the tent at my back. Unsurprising, no one argued with the ancient dragon.

"I am relieved to see you well, daughter," Kalor said softly, reaching over to give my hand a light squeeze.

"Now can we resume, Diamid?" Peyorla spat.

"Careful, Peyorla," Diamid mused, blowing a slow stream of smoke from his pipe. "Someone might think you're actually trying to have a discussion and not a fit."

Peyorla slammed a fist on the table. "And you would have us believe there is no serious matter to discuss!"

"Enough," Eberon said firmly. "If you are not here for a discussion, leave."

"You speak that way to a fae as old as I?" Peyorla seethed.

Thain looked like he was about to act when a roar sounded in the tent. Well, in the tent and surely for a good distance around it. Spaulder had spoken, and I glanced over, pleased to see the stubborn dragon who let trills of smoke float from the sides of his great mouth. Thank goodness the tent was large enough for his massive head, because he was possibly the only being present that would shut the whole table up if things got out of hand.

The tall, thin witch next to Mila folded her hands on the table in front of her, a very unimpressed purse to her lips. "I suggest we continue with the discussions."

Diamid chuckled, taking a drink from his wine. "Agreed. Who would like to catch the Wylde Witch up on things while I refill my glass?"

"I would be happy to," Eberon said. His warm golden glow was now an all-consuming shimmer around him. His brilliant red hair was now tied back in a regal and tidy manor. He had managed to get his hands on a clean and ornate outfit befitting the Autumn Court, despite the circumstances. He smiled warmly at me. "Hello, Wren."

"Hello, your majesty."

His face fell, and Schula burst out laughing behind me.

"Not you too, Wren." Eberon turned to the elves, a tinge of pink in his cheeks. "Was Lark so difficult as well?"

"She was," Kalor answered with amusement. "And I would have Wren no other way."

Mila cleared her throat.

Eberon straightened on his cushion. "Ah, yes. Firstly, I'm assuming you remember what happened before you fell."

I nodded. "I remember everything until that moment, yes." And I probably wouldn't be able to forget it, either.

"Once your, ah, conflict was resolved, it was nothing for all present forces to clean up the remaining pockets of the enemy in the trees. Anything that was in the main field was decimated completely."

I grimaced. That was the best description for the Mother's purging.

"The first act we could agree upon after the battle was to establish a more comfortable encampment here while we tended to the injured. Some of us sent people back for supplies from Thanantholl and Dwellonmar. The Summer Court found their way here two days ago."

"What happened to Yusellia?" I asked.

"As if you care about my court, witch!" Peyorla hissed.

I glared at her. "If I didn't care, I would have left DuVarick and Bara Khalja to their own devices and stayed out of it."

"Enough, children." The third witch who had not spoken yet held up a hand. No one pointed out that the witches were by far the shortest lived race present.

"If I may, I believe we can wrap this up in a few short words," Fandor spoke up. I had nearly forgotten that the soft-spoken elves were here.

"Certainly, Fandor," Eberon said, his voice more formal when addressing the elf.

Fandor looked at me with soft, tired eyes. "As you are aware, two of us present are...unwelcome on these lands."

Peyorla snorted, and Teyber shot her a look of contempt.

"There are some here that would like to reopen negotiations on our presence in these lands, and one that would rather have our heads for the disgrace of our return on Wylde soil."

I had no doubt who was the one that wanted to kill the elves over a millennia-old banishment. Peyorla didn't hide the disgust on her face at all, but Aithne behind her managed to keep her emotions in check.

"There is also discussion of what to do with the Winter Court," Eberon added.

"And the barrier which was the reason for your quest, child," Mila added.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair and grimacing. I needed a bath, and I wanted to braid my hair.

"What do you want to handle first?" I asked the table.

Diamid chuckled, puffing on his pipe in thought. "Why don't you say all that is on your mind and get it out in one go first? We've all had plenty of chance to talk in circles as it is."

"What?" Peyorla spat.

"Seconded," Eberon mused.

"Agreed," Kalor and Fandor said in near unison.

Mila laughed.

I looked around the table, thinking for a moment on how to tackle what I wanted to say. My eyes slid to the elves first. "And what is it you two want? Would you like to stay?"

Fandor spoke first. "Before I stepped onto ancestral elven ground, I would have told you we would be happy to return and not look back. However, it is no secret that we come from a city. Not only do we have elven children here who feel the pull of the Wyldes and wish a chance to explore it, but I would also like to be able to be here as I wish. This was, after all, my first home."

Kalor nodded once in agreement. "My only happiness left is here, and I want to remain where she is, no matter if that place is in the Wyldes, in Eidelhein, or in that dreadful desert we crossed to get here."

Schula began to laugh, choking on it and turning it into a cough. I just smiled and reached over to hold Kalor's hand.

I closed my eyes, then put the pieces in order before asking my next question.

"As for the witches, You have seen proof in our presence here before. A mural still stands here that can help us understand the barrier, right?"

"That and more, child," Mila said. "What you showed me was the root of the tree. As my sisters and I inspected it, we found more reason to believe the witches once practiced the Mother's craft here, though it would have been long before any present were born. Yes, even you, Diamid."

The Spring king took a sip from his wineglass, clearly amused. "You're dangerously close to making me feel old, witch."

Mila huffed a laugh. "The fact remains that we have found reason to believe that the witches' presence in the Wyldes long ago used to perform the same semblance of order and safety that it does for the humans outside the Wyldes now. There was not a need for the barrier before the witches were sent away."

My lips parted in surprise. "Really? The barrier itself is not needed if there are witches here?"

Mila looked at me with those ancient eyes that could pierce through me. "It is as you say. You know just as every human child is taught in the mountains. Our presence and magic help ward from the evils that spill from the Wyldes. Why would our arts not be able to do the very same in the Wyldes themselves?"

"That...makes a lot of sense, actually," I said, then looked the witches in the eyes. "The Mother told me this land was hers as well, a long time ago. She told me to take it back."

They fell silent at that. Even Mila, who always looked in control, was shocked.

"You spoke to the Mother?" The tall witch asked.

I nodded slowly.

She looked between the other witches for a moment before turning back to me. "The barrier was doomed to fall apart eventually. None of our magic, and certainly not a spell so large, would hold forever without maintenance."

"But if the Mother said to take this land back," Mila started, but let her thought trail off. I knew I had just given the witches a lot to think about.

I crossed my arms and closed my eyes in thought. Alright, there were three problems to solve. What to do with the elves. What to do with the Winter Court. What to do about the barrier.

Surprised I hadn't asked this before, I turned to Schula. "Where's Nassir?"

She grew quiet for a moment. "He left."

"He left? What does that mean?"

'It means, he went into the mountains to be by himself, little one,' Spaulder answered.

Of course. Nassir just witnessed the last of his triquetram die. No matter how messed up DuVarick was, deep down the connection was still there. And the fact that Nassir played a hand in it...

I looked up at the table. "I think we should postpone the discussion about the Winter Court until we can see first hand what happened to Icehold. Surely not all of the city was under DuVarick's command willingly."

Diamid inclined his head. "True, I believe we need more information."

"As for the other two problems..." I bit my lower lip, debating on how to say it and then deciding to just spit it out. "I want to settle here in the unclaimed Wyldes, and I wish to build a settlement with other creatures."

Peyorla shouted, Eberon looked surprised, the elves were unreadable save for Teyber who chuckled, the witches stayed quiet, and Diamid puffed on his pipe.

"Wren..." Shula murmured behind me.

"Can you, elaborate?" Eberon asked.

I looked around the table. "What right to the fae courts have to the unclaimed Wyldes?"

"The Wyldes are fae lands," Peyorla spat. "Our kind bled and died to keep order here."

"Your kind bled and died over territory disputes," I said evenly. "I didn't ask what happened thousands of years ago, I asked you what right you have to it outside of your own lands."

I stared Peyorla down while others answered.

"None," Diamid answered. "A few centuries ago I would have unleashed my sword on you for such an insinuation, but once you've lived as long as I, you begin to understand what true balance in the Wyldes really looks like."

My eyes slid over to the Spring king. "Do you regret banishing so many creatures in that war? What changes did the Wyldes go through after that?"

He inclined his head. "Perhaps I will tell you another time. I will suffice to say that the change may not have been for the better."

"Nonsense!" Peyorla stood dangerously, pointing an accusatory finger at me with her fangs bared. "These lands are all fae lands. My ancestors died for the Wylds. My father died for the Wyldes, and he was not wrong for it!"

"Enough, Peyorla," Eberon sighed.

"Your kind have no more claim to any of the Mother's lands than any other creatures with the power to war over them," the tall witch said.

"Careful," Diamid grew close to displeased. "The Stars themselves blessed the courts with the homes we have now."

Spaulder let out a low, warning rumble from his throat, and the tent eyed him cautiously. There was a pause after that where Peyorla sat back down in a huff and no one dared to speak.

So I did.

"This place hasn't been used in how long?" I asked. "This city right here."

Diamid hummed, taking a drink of wine. "After the battle, the structures were reduced to rubble and the stones scattered. What you see is what was left millennia ago. The fae have done nothing with it since."

I nodded slowly. "Then I want it. I want to make a home here for the remaining elves and the witches and anyone else who wants it."

"Another kingdom in the Wyldes?" Peyorla growled.

I looked at her sharply. "Yes, and I would fight for it."

She glared at me, but there must have been quite a bit of devastation in Yusellia if she wasn't immediately ready to march on me with her army.

"The fae are so selective with who can or cant live with them, live the way you want them to. Where do the rest of us fall? Those of us between the cracks who aren't of your kind but aren't mindless and cruel beasts like the rest of the unclaimed Wyldes. Where does that leave us?"

All eyes at the table met mine but no one spoke. "Or would you rather I come reside in one of your cities? I've already given this some thought, and now that I'm admittedly a witch and an elf, who of you can say none of your cities will have a problem with me? On top of that, if you truly wish to call me the Wylde Witch, then I should be able to roam all of the Wyldes. If I ally with one court, can you promise that there will be no discontent among your people?"

Eberon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Build your city, Wren."

"Really?"

"Yes," he answered. "All of the courts have lost a great deal. We have rebuilding before us that will take ages to repair. Build your city, the fae have no right to stop you."

"The warlock's plague, and whatever traces of it that may have lingered to keep your populations down, will have died with him," Mila added. "I suggest you fae do what you do best and let your emotions run rampant. When a war ends, peace booms, and as such so do populations."

"Agreed," Diamid mused. "I shall host another season of delights in Dwellonmar."

Eberon ran a hand down his face. "I shudder to mimic your ways, Diamid, but I'm afraid I will need your advice for a similar event in Thanantholl."

Diamid laughed. Krissiph leaned over, her ample cleavage hanging dangerously close to spilling free of her dress, and she purred near Eberon's ear. "Don't forget, you know an ambassador of the Spring Court who is very knowledgeable in such delights."

Eberon rolled his eyes, and Schula cackled in delight.

I let out a slow breath, and said my next piece. "The Wyldes need rebuilding. More hands will mean more progress. You can continue to disallow elves and witches in your cities, but in this place, I will build a home."

"This is ridiculous," Peyorla snapped.

"Is it?" Diamid asked. "One of the four pillars has fallen, and until Icehold has another on the throne, our council is at an odd number. It makes it easier to hold a vote, doesn't it?"

"I vote that Wren can have this place and Thanantholl will not interfere." Eberon smiled at me. "Beyond peaceful trade negotiations, of course."

I beamed at him.

"And I vote against this!" Peyorla seethed.

"And I vote for it," Diamid said. "It's yours, Wren. I think it's time for a break. The three of us have courts to care for, and we can't make another move on the Winter lands until it seats a ruler."

"Wren," Eberon started. "Sort out your details and we shall come back in, say, a month?"

"You want to involve me?" I asked.

"As far as I'm concerned, we have one more to council with when the whole of the Wyldes is concerned," Diamid said. "Besides, Peyorla will want another vote to cut off your head once Icehlold is represented again."

I looked at the Summer queen flatly, not surprised to see her proud glare directed at me.

'If this is settled, I suggest you all leave the tent before I evacuate you myself,' Spaulder growled. 'I have grown tired of your squabbling these past few days. Go, take care of your dens.'

Diamid chuckled, and was the first to leave the tent. Thain was the last one out, leaving me with a warm smile before letting the tent flap fall closed as much as it could with Spaulder in the way. Soon, everyone was gone save for the elves, the witches, and my triquetram. 

"Now what?" Schula asked, taking a seat on an empty cushion.

"There seems to be a lot to do here," I murmured, then turned to the witches. "I know I spoke of having you welcome here, but would the witches want to come to the Wyldes? You have homes, and the Valley."

"If the Mother wills it, some of us will come here," Mila said. "I would be happy to shape a place here that knows the Mother's love, child."

"We can always relocate the purpose of the valley," the short witch said casually. "It isn't as though we must have it in that place, it is simply where we have bothered shielding ourselves from the world."

"Agreed," said the tall one. "Gelwyn can stay and keep it, as is her sacred duty."

I paused, remembering the keeper of the valley. "Wait, but what if most of the witches come here instead?"

Mila smiled. "Then Gelwyn will have a lot of space to herself and no one to bother with her petty commands."

Schula snorted a laugh. "Good."

I turned then to my father and Fandor. "Did you mean it? Will you come here if there is a place for you?"

Kalor gave me a warm smile. "Of course, daughter."

I sighed, pleased as I looked around the tent. "It won't be much for a while, but I promise to keep this place safe for anyone who needs it. Oh, what was this city called anyway?"

Fandor and Kalor exchanged a look, and Fandor  cleared his throat. "Wren, that city was a city of elves, and it is no more. My heart bleeds for what was lost, but I do not think it appropriate to resurrect a city with such connotations attached to it as this one had. The fae would remember it badly, and the elves will remember it with sorrow as a shadow of what once was. If you build a city on this place, please honor it with a new name."

Kalor nodded in agreement, and I tapped my fingers on the table in thought. A new name for a new city.

"What is that word I heard in Eidelhein, Father?" I turned my gaze to the elves who sat quietly, patiently, to the side. "The one that means seeds born from war?"

Fandor looked to Kalor with a breathy laugh. "She is indeed Lark's daughter. And yours, old friend."

Kalor gave me a warm smile as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes. "Eriodus. Born from war as a seed of rebirth."

"That's it, that's the one." I looked to Eberon first, who was nodding in approval. "Eriodus, the city of the Wyldes."



A/N Oh my god, what an ending! (I may have cried a little bit writing this) Sorry it's so long, obviously there was a lot to cover haha. I'm going to have an epilogue chapter, so stay tuned for that, but the story itself has finally ended and I can mark it as 'complete' for Wattpad. Thank you all so much for joining Wren on her journey!

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