Again in the silence came the mist from the
shadows. It was crimson red, the color of blood. Its ominous sight sent chills
down my spine even though I knew it was Nell. This time the men saw it coming
too and they began to run and scatter. Farenan yelled from atop his horse for
order, but no one listened. “Turn and fight you pansies. You are soldiers of
the Dominion and you will act like it!”
His words were in vain. Men ran in circles, yelling
in fright. Some fell to the ground without limbs or died in front of my eyes
from Nell’s unseen sword. Pandemonium was all around. This was my chance. The
minute the mist was near I lay my heals into the flank of my horse and rode.
Ruan clung to my back tightly just as I had told her to do, her arms squeezing
my ribs almost painfully.
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