Chapter 42 Alexandria
ALEXANDRIA
Iinstantly regretted it.
An intense storm settled right on top of me, the punch of it knocking the air from my lungs. I gasped, wrapping my arms around my helmet as the winds pummeled me and dragged me back and forth across the stony ground.
Please please please let me survive.
If I could have found anyone to grab I would have grabbed him and gone.
I changed my mind.
I want to go.
It felt like the storm: electrical strikes, whipping winds, thunderous bangs and roars would never end.
Probably for ten minutes, I thought I was going to die.
I also thought that was the dumbest thing anyone ever did in the history of the world.
I had just let the ‘last chopper out of Saigon’ leave without me.
Then it dawned on me. What if Torin left?
He could be jumping from somewhere else, he wouldn’t know I was here until he got back to the kingdom, eight hundred years away. He’d have to come back. Best case scenario, that would be tomorrow. A night in the past by myself.
Oh God, I would die before he got back. I had no horse, no food, no money, no weapons. I had no idea how to survive. I didn’t even know where I was.
Beside a beach, somewhere. West coast. I had been looking at the map but hadn’t retained enough information about it — I couldn’t tell you how far I was from Muckhart. I needed to go to Muckhart.
How far was Muckhart from this castle? I couldn’t stay here, we had just been obliterating the walls. The men inside were probably not very happy with us. With me.
Last man standing and all.
The storm finally began to die down.
It was damp, cold, and I felt beaten and bruised from the battering from that wind.
Now that I had survived the storm I felt very alone. It was quiet and still, terrifyingly lonely. I raised an arm and took in the rocky hill rising in front of me, I needed to get up to the top of it and hide from the—
A horse breathed behind me and a voice said, “Och nae, Princess, this is the dumbest thing I hae ever seen ye do!”
I rolled over to see him and sobbed. “I know, I thought I was going to die.”
He leaned forward on his horse.
“I am here, I winna let ye die.”
“Did you kill him, really?”
“Aye, yer family’s long nightmare has ended. I am a hero.” Then he said, “I am verra glad ye are here, I canna move m’arms verra well and I dinna ken how I was goin’ tae get from m’horse.”
“Oh, yes, okay, good.”
I jumped to my feet. “What do you need?”
“Take m’sword,” he said as he slumped to the side and slid to the ground with a loud and frightening thud.