Keera was driven by hate. Hate for the Orc shaman who was responsible for her mother's death. She had been flying for most of the day, and now, as the sun started to sink lower in the sky, she was in danger of losing his trail.
Back on the ground amongst the trees of the Great Forest, Keera's wings ached with the fatigue of flying so far from home, but still she pressed on.
Suddenly the Winged Huntress became the hunted, as a band of Orcs sprung their trap.
It was now Orc steel against Valkari talons - this would be a fight to the death.
On the other side of the Great Forest Merick wasn't faring much better - he too was facing death. He had no idea how the Mountain Troll had got into the castle grounds; but he knew one thing for sure, that large axe it held above its head was about to cleave him in two - and there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
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