Cassarae still didn't understand what was going on, but the moment she raised her sword to do as Sylas asked, trusting him implicitly, she felt the change in her gut.
Suddenly, she wasn't standing on Planet Florineth, nor was she beside Sylas. She had forgotten everything but herself and her blade, the arc of its tip moving all on its own as though she was being guided by a law beyond herself.
And then, her mind was consumed by the thought that triggered all of this… the desire to control her fate with nothing more than her sword alone, to sever the skies that stood before her if need be.
Who was to decide her path but herself? Any woman that tried to steal her man deserved to have her head lopped off her neck.
Everything else felt so profound, but this final line, this final thought, was the true driving force that was pulled out from the depths of Cassarae's gut.
