Even Niamh and Deagan flinched and closed their eyes, turned away as the screams began to subside, as the stench of cooking flesh grew worse. Ciaran forced himself to watch, because it was the result of his gift. Maybe this was what his father had been afraid he’d become, but he hadn’t done it cruelly - he’d done it to save his land.
Judging by the looks on the faces of the enemy soldiers who’d surrounded the village, his gift had shown true. Their ranks were ragged, and some of them had already laid down their weapons to watch their comrades burn.
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