Maranwe
Mara’s eye’s suddenly snapped open, wide with fear. “We must move!” she whispered hoarsely.
“What, What is it” Wenda asked wildly, Mara looked up suddenly aware that the young skin-changer knelt before her shivering, “it’s coming!” she whispered, quickly throwing off her cloak and wrapping it about Wenda’s shoulders and helping her to her feet.
There had been more to her vision much of which she did not yet understand, but what had been clear to her was that this thing had been no match for the two men from the inn and in it’s anger and frustration it was coming after them!
“Greenbeard, this shadow that hunts us, it is a danger to you! are you still willing to take us to this fir hill of yours?”
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