Shadows over Kregen

Chapter three

Chapter threeBlack as the cloak of Notor Zan, the water pressed in all about us. Down we sank. The water was not cold, warmed by the twin suns during the day; but the coldness of finality awaited me if I did not do two things remarkably quickly.

Able to hold my breath under water for an extraordinarily long time I fancied I could accomplish the two items on the agenda and still have air enough to last me back to the surface.

One obvious task was to shed my armor. That was not the first priority though, no, by Krun! This pesky Shank clinging to me like a leech had to be dislodged. He’d lost his sword and now he attempted to draw the dagger strapped to his thigh with one hand whilst the other dug into my windpipe.

Putting my own hand up I wrapped my fingers around his throat. He was a dam