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Indigo-stained tears bled from his eyes as the small boy stood, his fists clenched.
"It's not right, and you know it." He repeated, glaring at her with his head lowered.
Cadnia's grip tightened around her silver spear. Her eyes, still grey with youth, stayed locked with his. With two steps and one swift motion, she ran the cold metal through his stomach, the end coming out of his back. Vaazri looked down in horror with his mouth agape. He took an instinctive step back, but he was caught on her weapon.
She turned the spear halfway clockwise and ripped it from him, leaving a plus-shaped wound gushing with dark blue blood. His eyes met hers again, wide with shock and fear. She pushed him backwards onto the floor.
"It's nature."
