Looking out over the fields four days later Alora shivered. Something was coming, something terrible. Pulling her cloak closer around her, a hand rested on her swelling stomach trying to ease the kicks of her little child. Turning she hurried back inside the keep.
Efan should be at the disturbance by now, and if the Children of the Forest stuck to form the fighting would be over already. Or he could be facing the enemy, she shivered again with the cold fear. Closing her eyes she wondered which she wanted more, to be out there with him or for all of this to be over.
Reaching the inside of the walls she headed into the keep where everyone left in the village was gathering the supplies. Nearly half of the men had left in different directions to either face the enemy or ensure the surrounding villages got to the keep safely. Leaving the rest of the village to prepare the attack that was sure to come when their defences were the weakest.
Swallowing Alora went up the stairs towards Brandon's study. Why did this become so hard when pregnant? Reaching the third level she saw her brother coming towards her. Stopping on the landing she leaned against the wall trying to get her breath back as he hurried to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Are you alright?"
She nodded, "Just a little out of breath." And cold. It was getting colder….. Suddenly something stabbed through her chest. Collapsing into the cold darkness with only the sound of Brandon's voice following her into oblivion.