(sorry, when i switched my username back it stopped tracking this thread so i was wondering where it went xD) "Speak of the devil," Eliyon quietly said. A separation appeared between the soldiers as they carried an unconscious Luna through with an arrow through her stomach. "Was anyone following?" Lars directly asked them. "No, not that we saw," they replied. "She'll bleed out before sunrise," Lars said remorsefully. "My father was a physician," someone said, the words getting caught in their thread. "Why didn't you speak up earlier?" Lars was too downcast to show any anger. "Do what you can," he requested, "if anyone else can help, by all means, do..." "The arrow went clean through," he said as he cut the arrow in the middle of the shaft, "does anyone have any spare cloth--just a ribbon of it--by chance?" |