Duvendir crashed through the forest as fast as he could, trying his best not to upset the baby he held in his arms. If she started crying, it was all over for the both of them. He'd seen the faces of the eight soldiers that had marched to their home. But what had actually struck his heart with fear was the Qodin with them. She was pale, with purple hair and clawed fingers. And eyes that could bore through a person's soul. When she'd looked in his direction after he'd made some noise while trying to get over the wall, he'd thought he was already dead. But then she'd suddenly focused on the house. Duvendir knew his mother must've done something. Then, suddenly recalling what his mother had done to herself to get Mikka out quickly, tears formed in Duvendir's eyes. But he refused to shed them.
