Love mends even the broken parts
Even with all of his careful preparation, Loren found that nothing could quite prepare him for the banshee's screeching. His instincts took over in the worst possible way. Instead of fighting or fleeing, or doing anything, really, he found himself frozen in place, rooted right where he was, staring with wide eyes as the creature flung itself towards him.
Try as he might, he couldn't get his magic or his body or his shifts to respond to his commands, his mind having gone entirely blank. All he could do was offer up a fervent prayer that somehow Weaver would get here in time, or that he'd recover before the banshee could do too much damage.
Try as he might, he couldn't get his magic or his body or his shifts to respond to his commands, his mind having gone entirely blank. All he could do was offer up a fervent prayer that somehow Weaver would get here in time, or that he'd recover before the banshee could do too much damage.
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