Chapter Twelve:
Ed let his eyes open to see the remains of a leafless tree, still bare limbs spreading over him. Flat on his back, he could see the blue sky, with puffy clouds beyond. Considering where he was, there was a certain amount of peace to find on this deserted field.
The tall grass swooshed in the steady wind. The sound was strangely soothing for his aching head. He didn’t need to move. The pain of multiple wounds radiated from several injuries.
The tree held a special meaning for him. It was where he made his last stand, back to the barkless trunk. His sword of the finest sky metal whipped through the air, killing anyone stupid enough to close the distance. In his final moments, the pillar of deadwood represented his only friend.
The fact he’d been led into a trap didn’t esc
