Sage
I raced down the stone hall, skidding around a corner. The click of the wolf claws on the stone followed me. The warrior and his wolf were on the hunt, seeking their prey. Me.
Ahead a light flashed from the friar’s office with a sizzling sound of a fire flaring to life. By the time I reached the door, the sound died. Acrid smoke filled the room, making me cough.
“Shut the door,” the friar hissed from the table where he bent over a pile of ash. I whirled and pushed the heavy door shut, and turned the key to lock it.
“What is happening?” I stayed close to the door. The wolf and warrior would find us; it was only a matter of time. For some reason, I was less frightened of them than the man inside the room with me.
“The enemy is here child. We must kneel and pray for deliverance.”
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