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For once, an adult human that doesn’t strike him or call him strange piques his curiosity more than fear. N lacks the words. But to him, the man is like a savior. And the way he speaks, he is like a saint.

“I can tell you are different, unlike the other children,” the man says again, after some time. The man brushes the dirt from his clothes and extends his hand to N. A gesture of grace. “I believe you can change the world with that heart of yours. If you come with me, I will show you how to use that power for good.”

An unfamiliar feeling stirs inside the boy’s chest. Is this terror? The desire for connection? 

Inside the dilapidated church, light shines through the cracks and the rain recedes. Light haloes the man, like a golden crown upon his tea green hair. 

“I can see in your eyes that you’ve been hurt. But remember,” the man says slowly, carefully. “Fire burns, but so does it illuminate.”

Chapter 9 of Bride of the Crow Tengu is up!

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“But Hak!”

Hak opens his mouth to say no again, but the words dry up in his throat. He chalks it up to being thirsty. Jaeha was fetching more water—when is he going to be back? Instead, Hak pauses for a moment as he observes her tiny frame.

Yona’s a scrawny, royal thing with doe-like eyes and more shortcomings than he can count on his fingers. She’s childish, endearing, annoying, and hopelessly kind. But he would never call her weak.

She’s far from it. Despite her world shattering in a single, windless night—her spirit remains strong as iron. Any grown person would weep from losing their family, but her? That girl of sixteen loses not only her family, but her birthright and Su-Won.

And there are things more important than dignity and pride, and survival trumps over all. You can reclaim your name and your honor, but you cannot reclaim a life lost to foolishness.

A cloud above passes and swallows the sun, casting a shadow across Hak’s face.

But I’m still with her. I’ll protect her. Even if Yona cries, she continues to fight with an unwavering heart. It may flicker, but it won’t extinguish. She may be a flower that folds in the rain, but she will not wither. Not when she is yet to bloom like fire.

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