"The elves!" Nura exclaimed with too much excitement for Blair's liking as his pulled out his sword and tightened his grip on her shoulder “Let go Blair!”
Nura elbowed him in the ribs hard making her brother gasped and fall forward. As he lay on the ground, Nura realised it wasn’t her elbow that made him fall, but the arrow in his back. He cried out in pain and Nura dropped to her knees beside him.
“Oh Blair” tears welled up in her eyes “I’m sorry, oh this is my fault. Oh my brother.”
She called for one of the Easterlings to help her, but they all had much else on their minds. A shadow fell over her and Nura looked up with relief in her face. Her expression quickly turned to fear as Rogar grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet with a smirk. His cruel eyes locked on hers and she did not want to know what ideas were going on in his head.
“No!” she cried as he tried dragged her away from Blair “Help! Nuhrive! ”
Nura could not see her elven friend among the Easterlings and grew more afraid for Nuhrive than for herself, praying that she hadn’t been killed. “Nuhrive, why didn’t I help you?”
As she fought Rogar’s gripped he growled and struck her across the face painfully. Nura kicked his shins but to no avail.”Little wench” he grumbled and threw her over his shoulder.
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~Ivy~
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