“Vhalla, forfeit.” Daniel ran over to her side.
“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, holding out a palm. Something in her eyes froze Daniel in place. Vhalla turned to Grun, feeling the wind at her back. Her heart began to race just by looking at him.
“Oh, still have some fight in you?” Grun chuckled as Vhalla stood. “Well, at least our Black Legion makes good punching bags. We should thank the Fire Lord for the only thing he’s ever given us.”
“Take it back.” Vhalla could barely hear herself over the racing heartbeat in her ears.
“Or wha—” Grun didn’t finish his sentence as Vhalla’s fist met the side of his face.
The man was built like a rock, and Vhalla could feel the bones in her arm compress through her shoulder as she punched his cheek. Her hand stung but she ignored it, quickly landing from her leaping punch and darting back.
Grun let out a cry of rage and swung his sword at her.
“Why do you hate me? Why do you hate us?” she cried, her body dodging the swings of his blade deftly.
“Because you’re abominations!” Grun shouted, attempting to grab her plate.
Vhalla was too fast and batted his hand out of the way, spinning around his side. “We are your comrades! We don’t want to fight you!”
“Says the woman who killed countless people on the Night of Fire and Wind!” Grun raised his blade over her head and brought it down on Vhalla’s shoulder. The clang of metal on metal was sharp and set her ear to ringing as she crumpled.
They thought she was a murderer.
“I didn’t kill them,” Vhalla whispered.
“Liar!” Grun raised his blade again. “They should’ve killed you that night!”
The goliath swung straight for her head. Vhalla stared at the blade as the world devolved into chaos at Grun’s clearly murderous intentions. This was not a spar; the man intended it to be an execution.
Vhalla raised her hand and the wind ripped Grun’s blade from his fingers, sending it far off into the sand in the distance. She swept her palm in front of her body and a secondary gust knocked Grun on his side. As Vhalla stood, she pressed her hand downward, holding the man to the ground despite his struggles.
“I am not your enemy,” she whispered in a disturbingly calm voice. “So I cannot die this day. I will not die until you see the truth.”
“What’s going on here?” a voice bellowed. Prince Baldair stomped through the crowd that had gathered, Raylynn at his side.
Vhalla relaxed her hand, allowing Grun to spring to his feet.
“She attacked me!” The man made his accusation toward the prince.
“Liar!” Daniel shouted. Grun shot the Eastern Lord daggers with his eyes. “My prince, Vhalla was gracious enough to spar, and Grun took advantage of the situation. He made an attempt on her life.”
“It was just a spar,” Grun countered. “She was the one who threw the first punch; look at my face.”
Grun indeed had a bruise forming where Vhalla had hit him, but she could lick her lips and taste blood.
“She’s a monster, and if she could’ve she would’ve killed me—it was self-defense,” Grun continued.
Vhalla saw shades of the senate as a few soldiers began to nod.
“That’s not true!” Daniel drew his blade, his voice coarse. “Continue to lie and I will cut out your tongue.”
“Defend your freak.” Grun reached for his own sword, forgetting Vhalla had disarmed him completely.
“Enough!” Prince Baldair yelled. The men fumed but were silenced. The prince turned to Vhalla. “Do you have anything to say on your behalf ?”
Vhalla met the prince’s endless blue eyes, considering his question. Her side throbbed where Grun had kicked it, where Rat and Mole had kicked it. She clenched her fists, letting go of her magical Channel—and with it her fight. “No.”
“No?” The prince was startled.
“I’ve learned the Empire...” Vhalla turned, staring down the soldiers. “The people, have no interest in the truth.” Vhalla met Prince Baldair’s eyes coldly. “I am property of the crown, and property doesn’t talk back.”
The spite surprised even her, and everyone stood in a stunned silence. It was the first time she’d said it in a public place, the first time she’d assumed her new identity. They would think what they would about her— words would not change her reality. So, why fight that battle? She had enough to worry about just surviving.
“Come with me, sorcerer.” The prince had clearly taken offense with her directness. “Grun, Daniel, I’ll deal with you later.”
“Baldair—” Daniel took a half step between Vhalla and the prince.
“Silence, soldier!”