Threadbare Crown
fantasy◐ TeenMira's first thought was simple: run. She dropped the broom, ducked under the loom, and bolted out the back door into the crowded market. The guards shouted behind her. If the Loom really wove her face, the whole kingdom would soon be hunting her, and she wanted answers before she let anyone put a crown on her head.
Mira sprinted for the city gate, planning to leave Veil for good. But the gates were already closing, guards on every side. A young stablehand waved at her from the shadows and pointed to a hay cart rolling out. "Get in, quick," he whispered. "I saw the cloth too. I'll get you out."
What happens next?
1 ways forwardThe hay cart carried Mira safely past the gates and into the green hills. The stablehand, named Tobin, grinned. "You're free," he said. But Mira looked back at the city and felt sick. Whoever forged that cloth would crown a puppet and rule through them. She couldn't just leave Veil to a liar.