CHAPTER 15
Gwen
“Turn around!” Gwen shouted. “We’re being attacked from the rear!”
She rushed through the camp to the other end, hoping the approaching army didn’t outnumber hers. How would they pose a distraction now? Gwen tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword and stared at the impending mass. Something wasn’t right. The army was too uniform, too… perfect. A mounted rider broke away from the group and thundered ahead, coming straight toward Gwen’s position.
She lifted her hand, prepared to blast the rider from his saddle with lightning. The rider drew closer and closer. Gwen held back her spell until she was sure she wouldn’t miss. And then she saw it. The finely crafted armor and the unique helm. That was elvish armor!
Gwen lowered her hand and sprinted forward. The rider whee
