Chapter 8; The Hero He felt cold. He more than cold, he was freezing, and sore too. Opening his eyes, Oric tried to lift his head and see where he was but struggled to lift his neck.
‘Easy there,’ came a voice from next to him. His amber eyes darted across a girl with short curly brownie black hair. She had kindly brown eyes and a blushed face, she spoke in an assertive yet soft manner. ‘We found you in the snow halfway up the mountain. Banged up pretty bad.’
‘You took quite a tumble, looks like you fell from the castle,’ said another voice, this one from behind the girl. They stepped into view but had a hood up, a shadow covering any face.’ You seem to be made of stern stuff,’ it continued. Oric knew this stranger was a girl also. He managed to raise his neck slightly and get a glimpse
