The Battle Sylph
“His boots had been taken, along with his weapons, and his hands and ankles were tied behind him. A short rope led between the two, making it so he couldn’t stretch from his cramped position. His hands and feet were numb from lack of circulation, and he had a huge knot on his head from where Mace had hit him. His vision was a little fuzzy, and every time he moved he felt nauseous.
He didn’t move much, kneeling there in a haze of pain and exhaustion, his head bowed to his chest. Everything he’d ever had faith in had come crashing down, shattering in the instant when he first heard his battler speak. He’d killed that little girl for nothing, murdered her for no reason at all except the order of a king he hadn’t respected for years.
Ril had never been his. They’d worked together for fifteen years, lived together, watched Leon’s girls grow. All that time, Ril had seemed to hate him a little less than other battlers did their own masters, and Leon had convinced himself that the sylph had so...me level of affection for him, even that Ril returned a little bit of the love of his master.MoreLess
He didn’t move much, kneeling there in a haze of pain and exhaustion, his head bowed to his chest. Everything he’d ever had faith in had come crashing down, shattering in the instant when he first heard his battler speak. He’d killed that little girl for nothing, murdered her for no reason at all except the order of a king he hadn’t respected for years.
Ril had never been his. They’d worked together for fifteen years, lived together, watched Leon’s girls grow. All that time, Ril had seemed to hate him a little less than other battlers did their own masters, and Leon had convinced himself that the sylph had so...me level of affection for him, even that Ril returned a little bit of the love of his master.MoreLess
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