The Sky Weaver

Eris no longer believed in Skyweaver, god of souls. Its steel brim kept slipping forward, impeding her vision, and Eris had to shove it back in order to see what she was doing. Safire turned to find Eris now thrusting aside the curtain, about to step back inside. “The enemy of the Skyweaver is here!” Safire shouted, pointing her knife at the girl in a stolen Lumina uniform. “Arrest her!” Silence fell over the grand ballroom. In the center of the room, the slender white steps of a throne twisted upward like a conch shell, to where the empress sat on a cushion the color of seafoam.