Chapter Thirteen
Sabrina had secured the scroll back in its casing a long while ago, yet the flames burning around her heart were still burning strong. She couldn’t bear to sit and wait for the searing pain to subside while sitting in a hole in the dirt. Picking up her short sword by the scabbard but leaving the bow, she quickly left the shelter. The dark of night oppressed her, but the breeze helped keep her from hyperventilating. What she really wanted to do was scream, but that was absolutely out of the question.
So, she walked and walked, moving aimlessly through the forest. And though Sabrina moved quietly enough, she knew her abstraction was making her an easy target. She continued on for a mile or two, until the exertion began to have the desired effect. Her mind was calming itsel
