Sorrel
“Come on,” Vik shouted. I raced up the hill behind him, heart pounding, legs aching. Behind us, Thorsteinn paused long enough to throw a rune stone at the draugr chasing us. The blast made me stagger. A cloud of dirt and smoke enveloped me. Thorsteinn hauled me up and propelled me up the ridge. I rubbed my eyes, coughing a little.
“Thanks,” I croaked.
“You’re all right,” he tousled my hair, and guarded my back as I took off after Vik.
“We’re close,” Vik said. “Just over the ridge.”
“Hurry,” I said. My throat screamed for water and fresh air, but I couldn’t help my grin. We’d spent days trekking the wilderness towards the Corpse King’s lair, dodging hosts of draugr, sleeping under the stars. Vik and Thorsteinn told me of their patrol station, a hidden place protected with ward r
