Book II - Ayla

The forest felt so silent Ayla could hear her heart pounding against her ribcage. Rhobart straightened himself in the saddle, his fingers brushing the pommel of his dagger. Ayla reached inside her to that strong spring of magic—her gift from her mother or father, or perhaps both.

Kerra sniffed the air, her two tails whipping violently.

“We mean you no harm,” Rhobart said, his voice strong. “We are just passing by!”

“Where to?” the man asked from a different tree.

Ayla wondered when he moved so fast. Or so silently.

“Far away from Myrthana. I advise you to do the same!” Rhobart replied.

“You lie! I see you wear the cloak of a hunter while the female has a black one, like those used by mercenaries. You had your chance to leave, but I am afraid your time is up,” said the man. Ayla tried to say something, but he went on, “Release the arrows!”

Kerra growled and got in an attack position.

A few leaves rustled, Ayla put her right hand in the air, and a magic shield appeared around Runner and