The Jilted Storm Weaver's Return
he hidden gr
I, Sarah Miller, would claim my bi
command the skie
ands
e, a small cyclone, j
it fal
once a budding tempest, shrank. I could barely r
back. His face, moments befo
d?" he scoffed. "This
adopted sister, standing
oud enough for every assembled Guar
ough me. Whispers foll
torm I could see, but a crushing weight, a vile ener
vanished. I reached out, trie
th
hell where a Guardian's
illed with pity and disdain. "She
Blackwood, the Patriarch, leader of all Moon Bay Guard
gravity of his position, but his eyes he
as deep, resonant. "I offer
t, a key Guardian heirloom, and beside it, rolled scrolls –
id. "You will be the ma
ink of being an outcast, I was
sped. Olivia'
ing his face. He offered
left to los
wife to the most powerfu
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