Another Prophecy
Mirana stopped so Aenaila could rest, but she paced the site like a hungry wolf. Darstan leaned against a stolid oak while watching her. Strange as it seemed, there was something about her he liked. She stared at Darstan as she passed him, her hand firmly planted on the staff. "Stay alert, One-Hand. There could still be danger, even this close to Cartena."
Darstan's smile came naturally. "Mirana. That's a pretty name. What's your last name?"
Darstan didn't see her hand until it slapped his face, the sting of a whip only worse by a little. Instinct forced his fist into her side, but he regained composure before his kick struck her. Darstan reached out to her, appalled at his behavior, confused by her's. "I'm sorry, Mirana. I..."
The staff lay across her hands as if it w
