Hazel
236 Words
Hazel
The wind whipped faster, the trees tossed their heads. My hair stood on end. Something was happening and even the weather responded.
I broke through the trees and stopped at the mad scene before me. My wild escape had lead me back to the cave of the Corpse King.
My friend Fleur was in the midst of the battle, armed with the second half of the staff I held. A warrior, a wolf, and an eagle fought beside her, pressing their way to escape into the wood.
Everywhere giant warriors fought the Grey Men like mad things. Half men, half monsters, the crashed into the enemy, catching the blades in their bare hands and driving the Corpse King’s servants back with violent glee.
A fine sight to see, isn’t it not?
I whirled. There was no one behind me, yet a voice, a deep and tender male voice, had spoken in my head. But that was impossible. I still held the staff. Perhaps it was playing tricks on me.
More Grey Men were rushing into the fray, coming from every direction. I would not be safe for long.
I backed away, right into a broad, bare chest. The blond warrior who’d fought for me in monstrous form loomed over me with a determined expression. He had scratches on his face from where I’d let the branches s***h him.
“Got you now,” he grunted and tossed me over his shoulder to carry me off—again.
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