The Elves

EAST BALE

Something was watching them.

Something they could not see.

"We’re being watched!" Rasmus yelled this time, "Ready yourselves!"

They were on their way to the Elven territory at the outskirts of Bale. Rasmus had to look for a cure for his child.

His commands drew his guard to unsheathe their swords forming a circle around him and Alpha Rasmus. Even he drew out a small dagger he had strapped under his cloak as the air suddenly went silent.

The air stilled and turned chilly, the shadows lining the floors where the dirt path met trees looming closer like creeping vines with an almost conscious quality to it.

Pelto’s eyes shot form one point to another as if he could pin point where the attack could come from but before he could blink, a dark silhouette shot out of the nearest tree snatching one of the guards from atop his horses, pulling him into the shadowed forest.

Chaos broke out as the now startled guards broke formation spinning around to locate the invisible enemy that had