Prologue

"Are you sure this will work?" he asks again.

The other human next to him replied, "Of course it will, Atir, we will kill the elf or forfeit our lives while trying!"

"I Do Not Want To Die, Astrid!" Atir nearly shouted.

Astrid smacked him on the head.

"Shut Up! Shut Up! Here he comes!" she hissed to him.

They got there swords out, tensed to jump out, then they were gone.

Gavin was walking down the road when he heard whispering, then a twig snapped. He quickly pulled out his sword the sapphire glinted against the sunlight, he saw two people jumping out at him, a man whom he did not recognize, then a woman who he knew as Astrid. With the grace of a cat he quickly hit both of them in the gut with the hilt of his sword.

Astrid doubled over, holding her gut, trying to get rid of the pain so she could take a deeper breath of air.

The man fell backwards, a stick slicing through the back of his leg.

"We underestimated him," Astrid said, still gasping for breath.

Atir nodded. He was not able to talk, being in to much pain.

Gavin stepped over them, his sword back in its sheath, his thoughts returning to getting back to camp. He continued on his way not looking back.