With a pounding heart, I finally arrived at the Second Army camp. Determined, I urged my horse forward, but the days without sleep had taken their toll. Weariness weakened my grip, and I tumbled to the ground. Struggling to catch my breath, I looked up to see a group of grisha surrounding me. "Fjerdan...Grisha...running. Must...see...the Darkling." I barely uttered before fainting.
Rated: M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 10 - Words: 38,117 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 5/21 - Published: 6/21/2023 - The Darkling, Ivan, Fedyor K., OC