When Scythe Rand first challenges their dual apprenticeship, there is an uproar, infuriated murmurs ripping across the conclave like the rolling tones of a burgeoning storm. Lightning races down Citra’s back and she stands tall as the discussion flashes across the assembly in bursts—-this is not the way scythes usually apprentice, but it’s technically not illegal, either.
“It is better to ask for forgiveness than permission,” Scythe Faraday had told her before, and Citra had believed it would be enough. The Scythedom—-the most feared and revered mark of their perfect world, surely had to be transformative to progress along with humanity.
But tradition is not meant to be broken.
The sudden silence rings louder than a thunderclap as the High Blade calls the scythes to order, and the rain pours down: “In the matter of Rowan Damisch and Citra Terranova, whosoever shall prevail will be required to glean the other upon receipt of his or her ring.”
Fill: Arc of a Scythe Trilogy, a short rewrite of that scene at the Vernal Conclave
“It is better to ask for forgiveness than permission,” Scythe Faraday had told her before, and Citra had believed it would be enough. The Scythedom—-the most feared and revered mark of their perfect world, surely had to be transformative to progress along with humanity.
But tradition is not meant to be broken.
The sudden silence rings louder than a thunderclap as the High Blade calls the scythes to order, and the rain pours down: “In the matter of Rowan Damisch and Citra Terranova, whosoever shall prevail will be required to glean the other upon receipt of his or her ring.”