Chapter 38: Captive

Kyon POV

Something heavy pressed on his chest. He couldn’t breathe.

Through the pounding in his head, he thought he heard his brothers’ voices calling him to wake up NOW. His eyelids refused to move.

In the darkness, he gasped, reaching up, trying to get the weight off him.

Azandra growled. He heard someone yelp in pain. He couldn’t even open his eyes when Azandra’s howl of agony pierced his heart, which already felt like a centaur had decided to sit on it.

“AZANDRA!”

Silence.

He could still feel her. She was in shock. He pushed off the ground or tried to. He felt the cold ground beneath his fingers. The same ground they’d gone to sleep on finally.

They crossed the river close to Brighmere, entered the territory, and made camp after traveling endlessly. In case they met wood elves, they changed into the robes Lilia sent with them before they slept, even though they were nowhere near the heart of the grove where the wood elf prince and princess lived.

They were lost.