ELEENA.

“I shouldn’t even be surprised,” mutters Killian as he yanks me through the shield, sword in tow. I needed to name it, something that magnificent deserved a name.

I have a name.

Shock has me screeching to a halt gaping up at it, causing Keon to almost crash into my back.

Did it just talk?

She.

Huh?

Not it, she.

What’s your name?

It’s…

“Why are you gawking at it? We need to keep moving.”

The sword zooms towards Killian at his irritated words, sparking agitatedly.

The man has the sense to at least back away eyes wary, there’s hope for him it seems.

My name is Eleena, it means one who shines in the darkness, now keep moving, Rhys is getting antsy.

“Who’s…”

I’m slammed to the floor of the forest before I complete my sentence as Keon tackles me to the ground.

There’s a thunk of something sharp on a fleshy surface the next minute and I look up at the arrow still vibrating on the tree bark right where my head would have been.

Well shit!