Astrea
As we strode through the trees, a faint, metallic scent made me scrunch my nose. As we walked forward, the odor intensified until I could no longer ignore it.
"Do you smell that?" I voiced my thoughts.
But before Sarah said anything, the unbearable odor of burning rubber hit my nostrils.
I felt Sarah go stiff as my senses heightened.
"Rogues?" She linked me.
"I guess… let's go," I replied through our mind link and followed my nose.
A continuous sound of someone banging something soon reached our ears. The steady dull thud was followed by someone's agonising grunts of pain. We hid in a thick bush and peeked through the leaves. My eyes widened at what I saw.
A dark-haired lean rogue was tied to a tree trunk while a group of rogues took turns to whack him using a large wo
