For visually challenged writers, the image shows green fields leading to distant, snow-covered hills, lit with the pink-gold glow of sunset.
Looking out from the ramparts of the castle Ewan looked out across the land protected by the witches spell to the evil winter beyond. He was almost his old self again but beneath his brave exterior he was still deeply affected by the horrors of that last battle. The screams, the blood the noise the absolute horror invaded his waking moments and his dreams.
The two witches and the new armies of men dwarves and elves had so raised his spirits and he was almost his old self again. He had been helping with the training of the troops, the elves, master bowmen, were happy to train men and dwarves, dwarves skilled axe and swordmen trained the elves and men and the men helped with tactics something especially the dwarves never really took into account. They always thought noise and brute strength would carry them through.
Lisa was delighted to be back for a while and being able to be with Hope was more than she had hoped for when they had left the castle for the first time. Though her heart yearned for Calador and Rachel to be safe within these castle walls. As she looked to the mountains covered in snow she saw a murder of Crows approaching from afar what news did they bring.
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To be continued.
If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.