🦋ALTHEA
The threat was clear as crystal, but even in my horror I could not believe what I was hearing. She was threatening me with her own people. People who bore the same silver marks as she did. Vargans like her who had known nothing but egregious subjugation and suffering. Parents forced into pits where they would never return, their charred remains turned to ash. The ones who would die in the dangerous silver mines, crushed by falling rocks.
The Vargans had bled for thirty years because of one woman's sins—and now another was using that blood as currency.
"You are disgusting," I spat, surprising myself.
