He held out his hand, Ayyar grasped it, and the Mirrormaster’s strength drew him to his feet. His other hand went out to Illylle. And they went from that glade singing the song of Kymon, as was fitting on a day of such victory.
THE END
He held out his hand, Ayyar grasped it, and the Mirrormaster’s strength drew him to his feet. His other hand went out to Illylle. And they went from that glade singing the song of Kymon, as was fitting on a day of such victory.
THE END