Black Moon Draw

"Aye. We destroy two armies or lose it all. You may not be of this world, but 'tis your battle now."

"What happened to the battle-witch before me?"

"She perished in battle."

"So the whole speech about protecting me with your life, about me being invincible . . ."

"You are invincible. I alone know how to kill you." His horse starts trotting. "She betrayed me and I ensured she did not live through the battle."

"Good to know. What did she do?"

"We do not speak of the past, lest we wish to invite its reoccurrence. What I have told you was necessary. I shall share no more."

My mouth drops open then closes.

His enemies are closing in. I push back into him, trying to avoid the inevitable. "I'm not ready for this!"

"Think of the purpose and it becomes easier."

I glance over to our right, where Wolfie rides, weapons in both hands, and legs guiding the horse. To our left is my squire, whose expression is little less terrified than I feel.

He's definitely in the wrong line of work and, apparently, so am I.