Rebloged from Clothed with Thunder
I would heartily recommend my blog followers check out the blog of a young lady I recently stumbled upon (though I doubt it was by accident). Not only does she have a real future ahead of her as an author, but also as a writer of devotional material. Firn has a spiritual maturity that belies her age. The following story not only warmed my heart, but left me wanting to know more about the characters and their story.
Real Girl Power Needed
The Bahaduryans came in a murmuring sea of men and horses, curling around the foundations of Lynndara Castle like a poisoned mist. They were grey-faced men in grey steel with grey scimitars at their sides and grey trappings on their ponies; a grey flag, drooping above their heads in the windless day, its ominous insignia of the red snake strangling the white unicorn crumpled and hidden in the silken folds. The ponies’ bay and chestnut coats were turned white and grey with the sweat that had lathered and dried on the sleek hair.
Sheena knew that Lynndara could fall. Everyone inside Arishea’s southernmost fortress, all the men and women, children and dogs, horses and cattle that had breathed when the sun rose could be dead when it set.
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