13. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Stranger
T he old woman in the woods hadn’t lost her touch like I would have thought. When she saw me lugging Emelyn and her winged companion along, she assumed I was doing them harm, turning them in to Valla. But in reality, I was saving them.
I watched as Emelyn fell from the sky in the arms of the elf, and I slipped away from the battle.
Fear consumed me. My need to get to her made my legs act, and my boots had sunk into the bloody soil.
That was the only reason I had come to begin with.
I didn’t want to be a part of this war, but it was too late for that.
They had been poisoned and were covered in blood and sweat. I quickly treated them as best as I could before dragging them through the forest. I had to get them far enough away, and that was when I was met by a familiar elderly woman with a temper.
I rubbed at my side where she had knocked me on my ass from the force of her bending. The water soaked me and she left my side black and blue from the impact. It would heal soon, but she was powerful, given her age. I’d give her that.
I stood on the ship’s deck, peering out over the dark waters of Draynua.
Not a sliver of land was in sight as we changed course, heading back to Iron Isle Harbor.
I watched the waves crest and bob in the never-ending distance of blues as the sky met the sea.
The ocean breeze misted my face, and a sense of calm enveloped me.
I had done it; I had found her. And I would do everything in my power to keep her safe, even if it meant staying away.
To be continued…