“Where could they be hidden?” Dainzel exhaled heavily. “I would need to be one of them to find anything in this annoying maze of hills and narrow valleys.”
Suddenly her perceptive ears picked up the faintest of sounds.
Footsteps, several of them, coming from far to the west - the South West more precisely.
Scanning the horizon, as far as her sharp eyes could see, she smiled in satisfaction at the sight of tall fir trees swaying far to the South West.
At last she could feel at home again among the tall foreboding sentinels of the Dark Forest. She set off on a fleeting run, darting from shadow to shadow as silent as the night.
The sound of distant footfalls increased as she entered the tree-line and she could hear voices, muffled and far away, and Humaine voices they were.
She nimbly ran up the thick trunk of a tall tree and began lithely running along the entwining braches from tree to tree.
After about a mile, the grass on the ground below her seemed to have been trampled wildly in some places, as if something had recklessly run through the undergrowth.
She didn’t need to get to the ground to know those were Laichanan tracks; a Laichanan in full flight; either fleeing or chasing its prey.
If only she had been there a turn of a glass earlier, she would have been cleaning Laichanan blood off her shimmering blue arrows now.
STORM SOWN Book One of The 'Seven of Legend' Saga
Copyright © 2017 Carlton Isaac D’Rozario
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Publication Date: August 2, 2017
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