Mykal had a surge of varying thoughts run through his mind. He recognized that it was Karyn who had screamed. He wondered if the orb brought them this way to avoid trouble, or if she’d brought them this way to help their friends. Perhaps both. He pulled his jian sword, and listened closely for more noise. The scream had echoed, bouncing off the rocks, seeming to come from every direction.
Quill nocked an arrow. He held the bow in his left hand, arrow held in place with a finger. Two fingers on his right hand curled around the string, ready to draw in an instant. “It came from the other side of the fire,” he said.
Mykal noticed the playful uncle was gone. A warrior now stood beside him. His jaw was set, eyes focused, body tense, ready. “What do we do?”
“This time, you follow me. Stay clo
