Stopped~
Sethlyan Callan
Phoenix Island
A commotion snapped Seth’s attention from his battle of wills with Lord Nigel Willoughby. Gaven limped up the village lane as fast as his mangled leg could carry him. Trailing bandages in his wake, he swatted at the healers trying to restrain him.
“It’s wrong,” Gaven said, wild-eyed and winded. “S-something’s w-wrong.”
Gaven never stuttered without cause. Whatever he’d seen could not be good.
“Slow down,” said Seth. “Tell it slow.”
Gaven mumbled. His eyes darted about, frantically searching for answers only he could see.
“Sit him down. Something got him addled.” Aengus limped up after him. “I know, to the casual observer, it’s hard to tell the difference.”
“Fergus s-stopped. Donal, too. The b-bull. General Cleland. He’s gone.”
“What do you
