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My pulse quickened when I noticed Shade standing with his heels on the edge of the stone bank. Before him stood a single person, about a foot shorter than even me and who sported red hair and a pimpled face. The one impressive thing about them, and which caused a crowd to stay well back from the pair, was the huge scythe in his hands. The weapon towered over him and the blade shimmered in the bright sunlight.
The pair faced each other, both with determined looks on their faces. I could see their lips moving, but the flow of the river meant I couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other.
“Another hunter,” Blackbeak guessed.
That meant Shade was in trouble because of me. I whipped my head left and right. The bridge to the left was closer. I dashed over to the entrance and
