The Burning

Dakshana’s head whipped around, but she knew that sound. She hadn’t heard that sound in years, hadn’t made that sound since - since her parents died.

Srina whimpered and clung to Minka.

Dakshana flung herself backward when a door suddenly appeared in the wall and was thrown open. People poured in - her mother, father, herself, merely a child - and the shamans. Ashoken. There was screaming; her mother was crying. And then Ashoken was yelling, gesturing - and Dakshana knew the symbols against the Eye of Shadows. He was casting them against her child self, and she knew what came next.

The Burning.