Flora’s P.O.V
The forest was dark and gloomier than I had ever seen it. The stench of blood and dust heavy in the air along with another, heavier note…gunpowder probably?
I kept my pace slow and walked in a straight line, my bag clutched to my chest. There was nothing on me that I could defend myself with…no protection, no weapons. The only thing I had was faith.
Rogues were supposed to have lost all humanity, but not common sense. They were skilled at fighting and sneak attacks, so wouldn’t it mean they could sense that I was a healer? Wouldn’t they understand that I wanted to help? But it was too late to question my decision now. I was already here…although I had no idea where I was going.
Thunder roared at the horizon, followed by a blinding flash of lightning across the sky. I hal
