Chapter 15 Restoration
Obadella raced through the crowded streets. At first, she asked people for help. Then she screamed for aid. No one came to her aid. Anyone she grabbed shook her off, cursing at the Elf girl.
She was mud stained, her clothes ripped. Now she appeared more like a street urchin than anything else. No city guards were within sight. No watch bells were hanging to ring for help.
Obadella was alone and outnumbered. Her pursuers saw which direction she headed and knew how to cut her off. The Elf did not recognize a single street. She was lost in an angry city. All she had now were her wits and her magic.
Obadella stopped for a moment in the darkest alley she found. An acrid scent assaulted her nose. She tried to calm her breathing and think about what to do next.
I can’
