Maddox sat on top of his ghostly white horse and watched as the wargals assembled and began to march, their shrill chant rising and falling with the wind. He sighed in content. This is where his revenge began, in Morithia. He would make a base in Castle Morithia and then start advancing into Araluen.
I wonder if Caleb has found any Kalkara, Maddox wondered. He didn't really care if he did or didn't. He was just trying to get Caleb out of his way for a while.
Or forever, Maddox thought. The wargals were moving at a steady march now. In one day of a hard march they would be in Morithia, but Maddox was going to take two days to get there. He planned on traveling three-fourths of the way today, then the remaining fourth tomorrow, then surprise attack Morithia, and move into Araluen. Maddox licked his lips in anticipation. He was ready for some bloodshed.
Isabella heard the dull clang of Gilan dropping his sword. She bolted upright. Gilan would never drop his sword unless he was in trouble. She looked at the two horses. Spark was nibbling at the grass, but Blaze was standing with her knees locked and ears up. Isabella knew what she had to do. She picked up her bow and ran as fast as her sore body would let her. She saw where Caleb was on top of Gilan. She nocked an arrow. She went to draw. She knew she couldn't shoot the figure on top of Gilan this far away.
"Blast," she muttered under her breath. She ran closer. She saw the knife at Gilan's throat.
Time! I need more time! She thought. She was going to have and take the shot from where she was if she wanted to save Gilan. She stopped, and then she drew, sighted, and shot. Isabella mentally patted herself on the back. She was almost able to bring the bow to full-draw. Then the arrow started it's deadly descend down on Caleb.
Sorry this chapter is so short and a cliff! I'll update as soon as possible!