Helpless
Hiarn could not help but turn into a human shield, wrapping Greys to protect themselves from the elements.
no longer hears the screams of his father, but with one eye while trying to reassure the child, he saw a bright light repeatedly pierce the sky studded with icy needles that persecutes mercilessly on them.
Griahan tried to counter with his magic what looked like a full-scale ambush. And
'his fault ... It' s because of that woman. Our lives shattered because of that woman. And Tladis ...
He clenched his eyes, clutching him the cold body of Greys, regretting that he even thought about the possibility of losing her sister.
"Hiarn! Runaway with Greys! "
" I think it's too late, Dalamor. "
A new spell Griahan seemed calm evoked by the eddies of wind, but it was a respite of a few moments.
"Know ye not discern the signs of the end ... A Riahna and one of the most skilled warriors who have ever fought in the army of Merridion not know how to tell when it's over and give up." He burst out a bitter laugh. "What a tragic mockery of fate, true, Dalamor? Do not you remember anything? "
It took the guy a few moments to realize that talking was a new voice, totally foreign to him. Hoarse, scratchy, irritating.
His father knew the other hand, the fury with which they pounced on the figure of the unknown Hiarn had never seen. It was like a burst of light to outline the profile of Runeel Dalamor, reporting from the past that the sword was dangerous.
Hiarn did not see the double strand of light that could be expected to shine on two blades rivals.
The man against whom he had incited his father - whoever he was - seemed to be unarmed.
"I see that your spirit is not dead at all. Well.
Hiarn leaned over the side of wood, seeing beneath the cloak of the stranger a head of silver hair that would never have forgotten.
met but also the look of Griahan, running toward the two, giving up other spells.
"No, uncle," he cried, looking towards However Hiarn.
"Stop. My uncle does not want you to hurt you, young Griahan "laughed the stranger, barring the way with an outstretched arm. He moved with agility, even under a heavy blanket of rain pelted by new vortices more like snow.
"Hiarn ..." Greys
the call, had to stoop. The concern for his father and made him feel Hiarn a coward.
"You see, young Riahna , your family member knows how to behave. You know what must I do to prevent that. Trembles at my arms, which he described as tricky. It was so, right? "
" Shut up! "Roared Runeel.
's grin widened, then the face that challenge again ... and again, the blade of his father.
Hearing her tremble, even more Hiarn closed to surround Greys, and tended her ears. It had to be with her, but this meant to remain helpless as his father risked against the unknown to which even the magic of a Riahna could keep up.
"It's not anything serious will happen, if agreed to deliver personally Dalamor nor the promising magician next door, or your pets. They can not defend themselves and you know it. "
At these words, new figures appeared on the path from the depths of the bush, from either side of the wagon, converging on it. Hiarn could not think of staying still. He drew up his hands from behind Greys and took the hilt of the dagger - very poor weapon, if they had to do with a wizard - making a sign to Greys not to make noise.
"A pretty girl."
Hiarn turned suddenly, the blade pointed toward the man who watched Greys, discovering that he had nothing to human.
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