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It whirls and shifts, and reshapes itself into the figure of a man–Something about this tugs at my heart, at my familiarity, but I am not there to process it; I am miles away, curled up beside my mother.
Thud-thud, thud, that is all I know, all that is certain–but this, too, has changed; nothing is certain.
The Shadow-man moves closer, as if reaching out–then a light bullet finds its target, and shatters the Shadow into dust.
I blink, and somehow I am rooted back in my body, in reality.
I count three bodies: three hunters, and Mother’s–Two hunters remain alive, though the girl is marred by nightfire.
The hunter stands in the midst of corpses, watching me. He lowers his swords to the earth, laden in frost and blood. His eyes are a startling green, and I find myself captivated by him the same way a rabbit might be captivated by a bewolf, just before it is eaten.
Only one more snippet from this scene! Hope you’ve enjoyed so far, I certainly enjoyed writing these 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, and happy 8sunday!
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