ITHRA

Zadok took out his blade, ready to fight. “Get behind me.” He hissed, eyes focused on our newfound mutual enemy. 

I took out my blade and thanked God for Zadok, who thought it wise to pick them up earlier. I couldn’t imagine being in this situation with nothing to defend ourselves. 

“We need to go south,” Zadok said to my hearing, our backs touched as we prepared for the battle. “No matter what, make sure you don’t get hurt.” 

I nearly rolled my eyes at his insinuation. “I can take care of myself.” I brisked, “Just focus on getting us out of here.” 

“I don’t care what happens,” A...