Carroll sighted down the shaft of his arrow. The large hay target was littered with protruding pieces of hewned wood and black feather fletching. He's spent weeks before the trip making them. His intent was for the Great Hunt that would have taken him into the Moldovian Forest. Three weeks of hunting, living off the land, if only to snag the most game and make a name for himself. However, it didn't come to pass. With the Siege beginning, the Hunt would have been called off and he now found his arrows put to a more sacred task. He heard slow footfalls approaching him, the distraction only briefly broke his concentration as his gaze locked on the bull's eye. The snap of the string jettisoning the arrow forward was more cathartic than any priestess could ever grant him. He had hoped that Moira had managed to slip away from the group of workers so they could be alone for a few moments, out of sight, in the dark. Nothing but the sound of her sighs against his ear. It was forbidden for a priestess to take a person outside of their duties, but still they did it in secret, the …show more content…
"Get Emalia!" Carroll ordered. He pushed the boy back toward the center of town. "I've got to get these people out of here." "What's going on?!" Moira called over the calamity. He could barely hear her words as she began to run toward him. She ran into Carroll's arms. "We have to get them out of there!" She turned to point as the first structure began to fall. Screams ripped through the air as the roof collapsed down around them. Large cracks formed in the earth, cavernous maws opened hungrily for the terrified running for safety. "Emalia!" Lorne screamed. The young man was frozen. He didn't know what to do. The guard was trying to pull at her, but she was static, an immovable object that even the strong soldier couldn't move aside. Auron hurried in to pull her aside, but still she wouldn't