"Leave her." Rook's sharp command shot through the silence like a musket bullet.
But I couldn't. She looked like someone important in clothing alone. But she also looked familiar, someone important to me.
I dismounted my horse, and walked towards the woman, ignoring Rooks commands to leave her and get back on my horse.
"She looks important. Is it really such a good idea to leave a person of influence just lying injured on the road?" I asked him as I rolled her onto her back, careful of the arrow.
The face was familiar, but my curiosity was not eased as I could not remember where I had seen it. Trying to remember where I had seen that face in my mind was as difficult as peering through a shattered scrying stone. Impossible and frustrating.
Rook scowled at me, but only complained the once when I picked her up. She felt too light for her size, even plated in leather and iron armor.
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Mixed Blood
FantasyA SUMMONERS FAN~FICTION The biggest of taboos have been broken, but no secrets can be hidden forever... Traveling to his home village of Pelt, Fletcher had been charged with attempted homicide to one of its residents, the malicious Didric Cavell. Fl...
