“Nice shot Brid!” the shorter one shouts as he gives him a high five. They stroll back into the forest, playfully reenacting the appalling scene we’ve just witnessed. Attie lies on the ground profusely bleeding out of her chest. I turn away trying to erase her from my memory. Zeem smiles slightly as he stands up to face the forest. “We have to find the orb before they do.” I say. “Yeah,” he replies slowly. “Let’s head left, maybe we’ll find it there.” He continues and we depart in the direction clear of Brid and his comrade.
A Deadly Game to Play
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