The young Carvireth, still remained on the ground screaming and desperately trying to crawl away from the orcs. Though with an arm broken, it was difficult to do so.
Her parents, remained motionless on the ground. Her eyes tearing up, she called out in her weak, voice "Awaken!" But no answer was heard, they truly were dead. She had not wished to believe it, however she knew it was true.
Thinking, she too would meet her end. However, she was wrong, very wrong.
Suddenly, a shower of arrows had fallen upon her hunters. One by one, they had fallen.
Without having time to spare a look at her saviors, she was suddenly pulled onto a horse.
Whimpering, afraid. She had not known where she was going. The rider had briefly looked at her with a smile "Calm." He simply said. While they had continued to ride hard.
She heard that of several other, riders behind them.
Who were they?
Men, that much was clear.
But what else?
((To be continued.))
