Gar watched the ceremony with a heavy heart and fevered mind. Pike didn’t want Kaye, he wanted only to hurt Kindra in the worst way he knew how—by stealing her sister. When Kindra returned and they told her what happened to Kaye, she would be devastated. She’d go after Pike and get herself killed while the rest of the tribe suffered under Obsidian rule, assuming there was anyone left to tell her anything.

The sound of thunder interrupted the end of the ceremony and Gar looked at the sky. It was a cloudless blue. His fever must finally be taking over. A noise like a monster screaming sounded from the other side of the clearing, but Gar couldn’t make out what he was seeing. The beast had four legs and two heads, and he had no idea what it was until Kaye yelled: "Kindra!"

Not only was Kindra alive, but she had tamed the monster Coyote gave her. Not tamed—she controlled it. Gar swelled with pride even as he feared for her suicidal behavior; there was no way she could win.

"Put her in a tent!" Pike screamed as he shoved Kaye at Corbin. He turned with dagger in hand and plunged it into the High Priestess' side. “No!” Monk yelled, but Gar's vision was drawn away by the Bride of Eoin, her body moving with the sacred beast as she gave a guttural war cry.

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"For Eoin!"

The Obsidians broke and scattered before her. Not a single man—not even Pike—stood his ground against the God's wrath, and Kindra rode them down, whopping and calling as they ran, pushing them towards the safety of the trees.

"Valiant," Monk said. "But she can't kill them all."

Gar knew. They would regroup in the woods and destroy her and the horse. It would be a true warrior's death. "Let her damn herself whatever way she please."

Kindra rode down Corbin and let the spear fly, catching him in the back. He fell, and Kaye pulled away and raced for the tents. Kindra unsheathed the sword at her side, blue as the river, and began herding the Obsidians toward the trees. A large man dropped out of the sky in front of Gar and Monk, blocking their view, and they both leaned back.

"Are you injured?" The Faye said as he bent down, releasing their arms from the ropes holding them for the past day. Gar's arms ached, but he was glad for pain. He couldn't feel even that in his leg.

Behind them came the cry "For Wain!" and Monk pushed himself up. "He is," he nodded to Gar, who caught his eye for a brief second before Monk ran into the melee without a weapon.