Chapter Seventeen
Heavy footsteps provided a persistent beat against cobblestone streets. Torches lit the frigid night air. The low drone of chanting voices echoed through Gaule.
Demands.
Protests.
From high up on the hill, Alex saw a growing gathering of villagers in the center of the village. Their cries rang in the air.
No longer were they only persecuting a single person or family. All known magic folk had left the kingdom. There’d been no reported instances of magic in weeks. But still, the people rebelled.
“Should we ride?” Anders asked, waiting for the command to overtake the village to restore order, peace. But was it peace when the army had to be stationed in the streets?
“No,” Alex scanned the torch-wielding mob once more and turned his horse. “If they hurt anyone, stop it
