“Yeah, right,” Ju retorted. He drew and let fly in one smooth motion. His arrow arched up into the air, its mark having not a clue that he was already dead. The arrow plunged down with deadly accuracy, and clattered on the cobbles as it passed right by the foremost mercenary.
Ju looked like a man in shock. “That arrow was as true as any I have fired, and it missed.”
“There is nothing we can do.” Zya's voice gave away her impending panic. She had been shocked with surprise in previous dreams, but never before had she ever had this sense of mounting nervous tension. She wanted to help, but could do so in no direct way or form. Suddenly Lorn realised what was happening, but instead of turning to fight, he ran straight towards the pathway. The driver let loose, whipping the horses in frenzy
