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In Death, Life

“I have one final question,” he said. “How did you create these in the fields?”

The figure placed a bowl on the floor between them, and her bones creaked as she leaned in to look. A cluster of black rosebuds sprouted from bloodied ash.

“I’m sorry if I did something I wasn’t meant to do,” Eris said. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’ve seen this land,” he said. “It’s made of sand and ash. Nothing grows here. I’ve tried for… for a very long time, to cultivate life back. The panther was one such success, but you’ve taken it from me.”

More art from Tempest and the Fire, my Beauty and the Beast retelling.