Siren of the Lake

r arms, forcing her to stay down

sputtered, faintl

is grip lightly. Her eyes dashed around the area, looking for any sight of danger. "Look," she continued while still surveying the forest. "Th

on asked, still not c

. "We don't have

repeated, placing weig

powerful-and because I didn't capture you, th

lied. "We train all of our lives for thes

good against them. Pleas

is dagger. He placed the tip of the blade dire

ng arrow with a feathered tail. Damon looked around, scanning the trees and listening intently. Nothing. Where the h*ll did this come from? Damon felt liq

t th

im backwards. The stinging in his lower half mixed with the aching from his open laceration was anything but pleas

his jaw, pooling around his chin prior to making its way to the ground. Damon picked up his dagger, which

ned his vision. He exchanged his run over time to a steady walk, aware of any noise he mig

that Adelaide had made up her story in order to escape, which clearly was working out for her. On the other hand, a random arrow did fly out of the sky a

sense of eeriness. Instead of setting his gaze in front of him, Damon's eyes were paying the most attention to the soil at

n space full of grassy plains and hills attached to a giant mountain. A dead end. Damon sauntered closer to the rocks and looked around

t and not far off, hidden under a veil of vines, was a small opening to a cave. Wearily watching his foot placement, Damon followe

t's when he saw Adelaide; her back was turned from him and she was

ked, keeping a good amount

d, readying he

ising his hands in sur

t lowering her defences. "So

you also saw that arrow hit me. And i

blood on Damon's chin, and she slowly

ing with items. "That mixed with the attack-either someone is after you, or me, and betting th

. "There's no point wasting my br

t is hunting you, I can team up with t

her back to him again and kept packing. "If you really want to kill me, ta

hing ranging from water canteens to shoes and blankets. It was as if she knew this w