5
Fern
Then
One moment, Violet and I were hidden under the table. The next, the table was gone, and we were in our captors’ grasp. The bearded one took Violet, lifting her from my unresisting arms. The light haired one took me. Svein, he was called.
I stared at his face as he hugged me to his chest and missed the blur of the hallway as my captor carried me away. He leapt from the broken window and landed lightly on the lawn. The one named Dagg strode into the forest with Svein on his heels. The thick canopy swallowed up my view of the abbey’s tower. Just like that, the home I’d known for so many years was gone.
The moonlight filtered through the leaves, dappling my captor’s face. He moved with absolute confidence through the night, as if he could pierce the very shadows with his glowi
