Broken Spears

Vena's icy-blue eyes lock with yours, her eyebrows dipped low and angry. "Do not test me, brother," she hisses, coldly turning away from you towards the northern winds. The sea, glittering like a blue-black stone, shines in the reflection of her pupils. You can see tears brimming behind her eyes and know that this prophecy is a bad one.
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