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“Mistress Shadowleaf! Up ahead my owl scout spotted some Hippogryph Riders coming our way, we should abandon this post and seek refuge in the Sentinels’ stronghold!” cried out Alina as she came rushing on her panther.True to her words, the call of Hippogryphs filled the air as it gets nearer.
“Very good, Alina. Come here and help me tend to Berren. He’s badly wounded. Let us make haste and leave this forsaken la-“
“MISTRESS!!”A chain flew forth right out from the shadows, tearing across the air at blinding speed towards Erin’s heart. A sudden clash of steel and the sound of metal slicing through flesh and bone rang in the air.
Erin opened her eyes to see the tip of a large harpoon, which stood just an inch away from her nose. It was covered in blood, as Erin noticed that it had emerged from Alina’s right lung after it went through her back.
“R-run…Mis-tress…I-“ Alina struggled for words as blood had clogged her throat.
In a split second, the chain was tugged back, and pulled Alina’s body with it back into the shadows beyond the trees whence it came.
“ALINAAA!!!”
Erin looked up in despair, searching for hope in the Hippogryphs, only to see hundreds of gargoyles overwhelming the squad, tearing the last of them to shreds…
Tyrande felt the tingle coming from Erin’s chest. “She retained her heart, I see. I wonder what that monster is thinking?” she thought to herself as she tried to read through Fearoth’s plans. She continued to study Erin’s new features carefully.
Tyrande was, after all, Erin’s mentor. She had brought up the girl since the day she was orphaned. Tyrande had taught the strong-willed girl to walk, to run, to string a bow and to hit a target from a mile away whilst blindfolded. Erin had been like a daughter to her. Yet there she stood. A pale void husk of her once elegant, glorious former self.
“It’s not safe to talk here. Let us go to the open cliff, where you always spent time with me and fed me your wisdom,” suggested the Dark Ranger.
“Very well, my child.”
“So, once I kill you, it will be the end of the Gladehunters, eh? Not that the Moonglades was a precious land, anyway.” Said a coarse erotic male voice that echoed in that torture chamber.
“The Sentinels will avenge us! Priestess Tyrande shall scour the last of you right off the face of this world!” roared a furious Erin.
Her body lay broken, ravaged and bloodied all over. Fearoth creaked his neck about before folding back his scaly wings and started stroking his chin with his long razor-sharp claws.
“Why yes, the mighty Tyrande Whisperwind of the Sentinels. I’ll have to do something about that pest, won’t I? Oh yes…”
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