CHAPTER 1.2.5

“That’s the last of them. Let us get going before more enemies follow us!”

Thomas said, collapsing a chunk of rocks he had suspended over the remaining group of assailants that were following them. They managed to push the refugees out of the forest and into an open field where the path they had followed lay.

Drom was amongst the state guards, he tried hard to control the pace of his breathing but he could not. His body was without a functioning heart which made doing anything that required rapid movement a strenuous affair.

“How’s the king doing?”

Thomas asked the crowd of state guards surrounding him.

“Uh, not good sir. He might be losing consciousness.”

Robert answered back. As he was giving his response he looked back at Drom and noticed a patch of red coloring on his top. He slightly peaked through the sagging shirt and noticed the heavy layer of bandages running across his chest.

“I think he might be injured. And he is losing a lot of blood!”

“Quickly then! We have to get clear