TRYING FRANTICALLY TO RECALL his training, Soren"s dark eyes flicked from person to person, his brain racing to find weakness in their stances instead of allowing fear to overcome him. He locked onto one of the soldiers who was smaller than the rest, a teenager, not much older than Deveron.
TRYING FRANTICALLY TO RECALL“Soren!” He heard his mother"s cry but didn"t dare take his eyes off his enemies for a second.
“Leave him!” Callista screamed. “He"s just a child. Fight me!”
Soren recognised their clothing. Simple grey trousers and shirts and a basic leather armour breastplate. These were Brotherhood foot soldiers. Soren had spent his childhood to date pretending to fight them. They had been the enemy of his entire youth after all the stories he had heard about them from Raven. He vividly
