Chapter Eighteen
A Voice From the Past
Daroandir looked on in relief as Barlo dragged Lodariel away. At least his sister would escape with the others instead of throwing her life away trying to rescue him. He shifted his focus to struggling against the many arms trying to pin him down. A mass of humans groped at him, their eyes wild with excitement. The rest ran after their escaped prisoners, eager to reclaim them.
He sent a kick toward the closest body and heard a satisfying grunt of pain, but the fingers grasping his arms tightened. They twisted his wrist and his sword fell to the ground. Moments later, his shield had been pulled away as well, leaving him completely defenseless. The humans bore down on him, pressing him to the ground until he could barely breathe. He tried to stifle a
