Chapter 221

Miur ended the prayer. I stood up and started walking, fists curled at my side. I heard him scuffling to follow when it became apparent I wasn't returning to the hobbit hole.

"Lilly? Where are you going?"

I couldn't say anything, or else I might start yelling at him - or crying. Both of which Miur didn't deserve. I wouldn't shoot the messenger.

Nevertheless, it got harder when I reached the path that cut straight through the fields to the woods, pointing straight towards the direction of the distant forest fire, and he grabbed my arm.

"Lilly, everything's going to be okay - "

"Let go of me."

"No. You haven't been right since we found you, I can't trust you won't do something foolish."

"Let go of me or I'll break your legs."

There was a stunned pause.

"Lilly...just trust your brother a little, okay?"

A sliver of my magic jerked out in response to the burning in my eyes, either by building smoke or tears, I didn't know.