Visions danced in and back out of her mind, some familiar and some seeming to belong to someone else. She dreamt of landing in a thistle-bush and a thorn the size of her dagger pierced her shoulder joint. Next her ribs screamed at her as she emptied tankards of ale in a tavern. Men of all sorts filled the tables and she was trying to decide which scarred-up face was sexier. Her chair fell back and she was flying. She wore pale skin under a dark bloody robe and whispered to the long reeds growing
Myth heard a wolf howl. The centaurs heard it as well and stopped in their chores, frozen for a heartbeat. The few that had been sharpening their weapons took them up while others headed for tents and weapon racks. Mytherceria heard a grunt from the guard behind her before he fell heavy to the grass. A quick struggle followed with the second centaur which sent blood spraying across the side of her face and down her robe.
“Sorry, it was a pretty dress.” whispered Avienda.
Myth returned
Avienda cursed, unslung her axe from its holster and took out a leg from the first centaur to come near her.
Damn temper got away on her again.
She should have heard them!
Damn Myth, damn it all.
She took a swing at the next centaur and his fingers fell loose and bloody to the grass. A set of hands grabbed at her left wrist and pulled her off balance. She swung with her free hand to take out the centaur but he flinched back dropping her. A spear swept her legs out from
Two days ago they had left Oromea’s stronghold for Tersan and it would be another two days of walking to get there.
Avienda’s mind buzzed. It was just like Ikkari to put her into these types tasks. She looked to her traveling companion walking ahead with the yale at her heels. Avienda was being used as a supply runner and body guard. It was menial tasking for her but Ikkari was very convincing. Avienda flinched when she thought of what had convinced her. She scowled at the dirt road moving
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