Chapter 15: The Undying Daughter

The sky above the flowered valley began to darken. Monie could no longer hear the sound of Bealz's laughter.

She'd stopped casting about, no longer attempting to orient herself with anything familiar, no longer attempting to believe in something that she knew wasn't really there.

Monie, standing in the middle of an endless field of flowers, feels trapped. Feels an unwanted intrusion. She scanned the horizon, searching for her captor. She grew warm, could feel the air heating up around her. She drew comfort from the heat, stoked the flames higher.

The flowers and the silky golden grasses at her feet begin to blacken, the soil pulls back and splits as the moisture within it is driven out by the spreading heat. Combusting into flame, the field begins to burn.

Monique Felani Kokua-Binti, whose name means Daughter of Earth, The Undying Warrior, standing at the heart of the conflagration, the shambling and shuffling, confused persona burned away, withdraws her dagger.

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