Chapter 13 Cloaked in BloodRollin Ayymon was leaning against a fig-berry tree, stretched out in a beautiful sunny afternoon. He could see Willow walking towards him, her gold skin beaming on the sunlight. Rollin’s smile turned to horror as he witnessed Tibost rise behind her, sword in hand. Then Tibost transformed into Dregu, the Orc’s battle-axe ready for the final blow.
“Noooo!”
“Rollin… Rollin, you’re fine. You’re fine.”
“Willow.”
“It was only a dream, my love. Please lie back.”
Rollin eased himself back into the bed. His head felt heavy. His shield arm was splinted and bandaged, his chest wrapped tightly in a leather girdle, “Where am I?”
“Winterrock. Temple of the Angels of Gold.”
“Temple of the what?”
“The convent for the Gold Elves in Winterrock.”
Rollin remembered how the
