The dagger came down, directed at my heart. I braced for
the piercing blow that would end my life, but it didn’t come. Nell stood
between Farenan and me, the dagger buried in her heart. I could see the tip of
the blade protruding through the back of her jacket. Her mist had appeared out
of nowhere, forming a human body in the split second the dagger came down to
meet me. I cried out in shock, not believing what just happened, but relieved
that I was still alive.
There was no blood where the dagger had pierced. It didn’t
stain her jacket, nor did it run down her chest to pool on the ground at her
feet. There was nothing but a hole from the jagged metal.
Farenan stumbled back in shock, tripping over his own feet
and falling to the ground. He quickly regained his footing, but stood clear of
the red head that saved me. “What form of sorcery is this?”
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