The air just in front of The Viking’s face hummed with the sound of The Moor’s axe blade. It nearly cleaved his nose off as he leaped backwards. The Moor glared at him and The Priest with murderous eyes. She screamed. “Bring them back!” The Viking flinched at her ferocity. The Priest retreated further behind his protector. “Bring them back!” They were confused by her words, but they hadn’t any time to ponder them. The Priest dove to the side as she swung her axe again at The Viking. He blocked the blow with his own axe, then leaped backwards…
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The Viking And The Moor: Chapter Four
The sun had nearly risen by the time The Moor reached the deadfall. She had been forced to stop several times on her journey back. As badly as she had wanted to run the whole way, she simply couldn’t. The frigid air burned her lungs, and breathing became a constant agony. She would momentarily collapse against the trunk of a tree, catch her breath, and then continue on her way. She pushed herself as fast as she could. The deadfall had been completely dismantled, branch by branch, log by log. The children were gone. It didn’t appear that they had…
