Haldir’s freckled fingers bent rapidly as he motioned for the next patient. “Come on over, child.”The young blonde-haired man was hardly a man at all, and Haldir gave him a quick smile. “What seems to be the problem?”He shrugged his shoulders and leaned into Haldir’s ear. The Viking huffed through his nose and nodded, then pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the Dining Hall. “Go ahead. The soups quite good today.”As the next patient stepped forward, Haldir lifted his chin. “My, that’s quite a bruise.” While he did a quick assessment on the woman before him, the tingly hand of Fate pulled his eyes right to a small group of men standing together in the triage line. The foggy sensation that he’d met them before poked at him, and he shook it off before he narrowed his eyes to them and tried to place their faces.It wasn’t like Haldir to forget anything and the little voice in

 With not even a sword on his hip, Daniel stalked to the stables, took the saddle horn in his hand, and then mounted his horse in a single motion. His heels dug deep into the animal’s sides, and it carried the King away with a jolt that startled the other horses.His Riders gave chase to Daniel, who was nearly a furlong from the gates already. The Darke King rode fast and bound over streams and downed trees that blocked his path. Like a torch in a windstorm, flecks of charred pieces of Daniel’s fear and devastation blew off him and blanketed everyone who followed.Every scorching bit that slapped Haldir’s face was a hint of the Hell about to rain down on the unsuspecting rapist hiding in the encampment they were barrelling towards.In all the years that he’d been traveling back and forth between the worlds, Haldir never encountered a Firebreather, and the anticipation of seeing one in all its glory made his whole body numb.