NOTE: My bunnies haven’t given me enough for a complete tale, just bits and pieces from various time frames that I’m still working on weaving into stories. But here’s one of those fragments.
“How long do you plan to continue this pointless exercise?”
“Pointless?” Yunan felt genuinely puzzled. “What is pointless about protecting the Dark Continent?”
“Nothing . . . if the Dark Continent was the whole of the world.” Her lips twisted into something that could be mistaken for a smile, provided you ignored that there was nothing happy in it. Or that her eyes were still cold and dead of feeling. “Everything since it is not.”
“What? I am merely speaking the truth. It is rather pointless to ensure there is no corruption in the rukh and no Fallen here while allowing our enemies free reign to spread everywhere else. By ignoring them as long as they stay out of your little fiefdom, you are all but giving them all the power they need to destroy this world.”
He wanted to argue but he couldn’t. She was right. He knew she was right. He had been trying and failing to ignore that very fact for decades now.
“This cannot continue Yunan,” Sheba continued, her voice hardened with steely determination. “Solomon gave everything he had to save our people, to see that at least something of our world survived. I will not allow anyone to render his sacrifice worthless.”
There was emotion in her eyes now. Anger and determination in equal measure. “It will not be easy. It will not be fun. But this world is going to be saved.”