6. The Cat-SidheAndor awoke with the scratchy branches of heather surrounding him, his face pressed into the earth. He froze as a sudden panic flashed through his body. For a few minutes he did not move, but slowly the silence of the forest filled his ears and his body relaxed.
No sounds meant no battle. No battle meant no danger.
Stiffly, Andor lifted himself up, wincing at a stinging pain in his arm. There was blood staining his ripped sleeve, but it was dry and crusty. His head hurt and he did his best to wipe the mud from his face. His fingers came away red, and he followed the pain to a bump and a scab in his hair.
How long had he been here? And more importantly, where was everyone else? He remembered the battle, and the arrival of the Fae, and Tristan rescuing them from the Bratha
