#Chapter 245: Finally Over

Almara’s Pov Cathy and I weave through the castle, barely missing rubble crumbling off from the stony walls. We leap over counters, using everything we have in us to catapult ourselves past knocked over statues of gargoyles and shredded velvet furniture. “Catch!” Cathy calls out and reflexively I snatch a jagged shard of ceramic in my hand. I recognize it from a broken pot on the ground. Then out of the corner of my eye I see something else flying at me, though I don’t catch it this time, I duck. Upon standing up, I see a familiar straighten itself out. It turns its wretched body towards me, it’s something like a pig with wings. It’s fat, yet it’s joints jut out at protruding angels. It begins snorting at me, showing teeth the shape of daggers. I realize now why Cathy gave me the makeshift weapon. Thunder erupts from outside and as though using that as a cue, the familiar launches itself at me and I meet it in midair, though I plunge the shard into its side. The familiar