A silent, gentle and cool breeze blows through the forest, sending the trees dancing and the leaves falling. A gentle breeze upon my skin but all I feel is heat.
Heat from my body reeling after I healed Ash and Sophia, heat from my mind spinning and my heart racing as I try to think of a way out of this situation we've found ourselves.
The Knight, Ronric, stands on one end of the clearing, Lucien and Caspian on another and we on ours.
We could run and leave them to fight it out but if Lucien's team wins, then we'd have to find another knight, and we can't be sure the next Knight would be stronger or weaker than Ronric.
If he's weaker than we'd be lucky but if he's stronger than we'd be right back to where we started or dead.
We have to stay and figure out how to take that bastard's head.
That's why I'm staying.
Not because I'm worried that he might kill Caspian.
It could never be that.
And yet my heart skips a beat when Ronric points his claymore right at Caspian.
Okay, maybe he's pa
