The Guardians of Daldaria
her heels. Branche
d bleeding, but the
n...what was happening? Surely all that crazy stuff
ain for explanations. So
etting wild dogs, cats, and snakes on somebody!? Hope that
clang to it anyway. Far better to think about t
ialtros kicked through the rotted wood. Climbing inside t
d. Oh
ing...had eaten one of them. She had helped. There were strict laws against animal murder in Daldaria! D**m
ong before any law c
ily everything. Hiding wasn't an option. S
ty is the Se
here for her family. Running around the woods would get her lost,
against the bark,
'd be to reach. She'd also have a
scream. Three loud yelps followed by a long,
a
wood from the tree roots, she started running.
fork. Beside him, Mom kept Grandma behind her, swinging viciously at another four-legs wit
s just gonna call em starry skins or hounds from now on, were d
g party? The woman controlling these things must've been a
e mouthed for Mialtros to run and get help.
These things would overwhelm Dad, Mom, and Grandma soon. Already, Dad's arms wer
ialtros had judging by the
st Dad turned. Clenching her fists around the wood, bendin
r friends ya filthy varmi
er to shed this blo
nge a thing. No judge could ma
iven her an idea on how to hurt the
d her. Side by side. Their fangs he
wered their heads,
hounds, she slid into the dirt. Snapping the spar in half, she t
ouched the h
kling feeling, not even bot
maw, into their thr
eir jaws. The roof of their muzzles pierced throu
easts were, they were also pretty
chased her round the farm. It all got her to thinking about how her hogs would chomp down on a
ent. A starry skin was still a
but it was better than no plan a
uch were she wrong. She'd be
her knees. She cr
the gumption flew right out of her t
tossing away the hay fork. He hugged her
ng me like that. I ain't got
ir was matted with sweat. Strands fal
do as your told. Don't go throwing yer
er calloused fingers as
ne saved us, so we may as well be grate
ed. Fright did
s dotted her skin. Her hair was singed. She brushed dir
y clothes will darn. Ain
f mattered. Not because her Grandma w
could all go home and figure o
wide was the only
she flew. Tumbling into grass, th
in. Holding its snapping
g towards him, drunk with blo
, Mialtros screamed. Looking
ad. Not l
ne! A
bove s
ng tired of waiting. Hold still, I don't
Mewl slammed into her ches
started
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