Nathaniel
Drakania was right to warn us about Newt. Once I gave him the contents of the vial, the blood slowed but his pupils dilated beyond what I thought was natural and he began struggling to get away from us.
“What is that stuff?” shouted Thomas, forcing Newt’s shoulder’s down. It really wasn’t that hard to hold him, Newt was on the edge of death.
“Drakania called it blood cider, but I’ve never heard of it before. She said it was supposed to help.” I knelt beside them. “Newt, it’s us, we’re only trying to help you.”
He only growled at us in frustration, like he was possessed. A roar came from the woods, and I could feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I knew that sound, and I knew the creature that made it. “Emris,” Newt whispered, his wide eyes scanning
