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He pleaded. "Trust?" I asked, freeing my arm from his gentle grip. "That's too much you are asking for, Marlon!" "I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to." He started, moving the chair closer. I tried sitting up but he stopped me. He knew something. "What is it, Marlon?" I asked, agitated and curious. "I know, black has been your brightest lately,..." "Just get to the point." I snapped, cutting him off.

From the thick underbrush where we hid, I spotted two sentinels standing motionless at the cave entrance. Their faces were completely covered by bone-masked hoods, their forms draped in ragged black robes. It was impossible to tell if they were male or female, if they were even werewolves at all. They didn’t move, not once. Not even when the air shifted with death. When night fell, Xareth moved like a whisper. He stepped forward, his black cloak merging with the darkness. His bow emerged in one fluid motion. He pulled two arrows, and fired in perfect unison.