I nodded, frowning.
“What if I do not believe in destiny, warrior? What then?”
“Ha! Believe or not. It does not matter.”
He tried to laugh but had no strength as his life force deserted his physical form.
Using the tip of my sword I reached forward and slid part of his red cloak to one side. Lifting the heavy leather courier’s satchel from his body I cut the straps holding it to him. Picking the satchel up with the tip of my blade I stepped away from the dead and moved back to a position close to my comrade. A quick perusal of the dispatches made me frown even more. The Hartooth were coming. They were coming in force.
Destiny. Our destinies sat long ago. Set in stone forever and incapable of changing.
Did I believe that? Was it true? Was it the destiny of mankind to be eradicated fro
