The chronicles of Ed the Warrior

Previously

…He looked at the silver sun on Layia's cloak, then at the real sun sinking toward the horizon, painting the world in gold and rose. “Come, little warrior,” he said. “I promised you training today. And I never break a promise.” Layia grinned so wide it reached her eyes. “Can I wear the cloak while we train?” “You can wear the cloak wherever you go,” Ed said. “As long as you remember—the sun it carries is the same sun in your heart. And no shadow can put it out.” She took his hand, and together they walked into the village, with Sofia falling into step beside them, and the lanterns flickering on one by one, like stars coming home.