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. She
had been there on the dark nights, holding him when he
blamed himself for bringing sorrow to hundreds of families.
To thousands of families. And she had been there to share
in the celebration when the battles went well and the Dark
Queen was driven from the field of battle after suffering
heavy losses.
He wanted to say all that to her because he felt that time
for them was short. The Dark Queen had too much left, had
too many soldiers and too much power, and he had too
little. In one horrible moment he knew that he would never
be able to tell this silver-haired woman anything again.
For a moment, no one moved. The battle had slowed
and stopped during the aerial display. Both sides regrouped.
Now, without a command from their Queen, the black
soldiers advanced, slowly at first, their weapons thrust out
before them, forming a deadly steel wall. Huma, forcing the
thoughts of his love from his mind, grinned at them in
defiance, and his army spread out all around him, waiting.
One man leaped forward, landing directly in front of
Huma. The man swung his sword in a wide arc, trying to
lop Huma's head from his shoulders. Huma countered by
shifting his weight and his sword, blocking the blow
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