Chapter 1
A Song of Death
The sword sung the song of A Thousand Deaths. Aelyth rejoiced in the beauty of that song. To her it was as if she were conducting a brilliant symphony, each note as masterful as it was violent. Surrounded by her sisters, each a skilled warrior, honed to a razor sharp edge much like the weapons they carried; Aelyth marveled at the sight. But what truly inspired her, what pushed her forward in to the thickest of the fighting was the sound. Two hundred Daug. . .
