Phina surveyed her kingdom from the tower window as the blade wind pushed chestnut hair back from her sunlit face. A seemingly perfect day in the kingdom.
There was no sign of the beast. Maybe it slept the morning away after stalking the kingdom all night. An opportunity to hunt the beast and rid her kingdom of it once and for all.
Down from the tower, bow strung, Phina moved slow to the beast’s feeding ground in the cold porcelain desert where it slept.
An arrow disappeared into the beast’s fur. It’s eyes fluttered open, and looked into her’s.
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