In book two of the Torrent Skies Saga, Katerin continues to find adventure she didn't ask for, and the answers she finds only offer her more questions to answer.
Itrea is on the brink of peril, but Katerin's dreams are growing restless, a dark voic...
They sprinted through the back of the camp, jumped over the palisades, and ran into the sparse forest. They did not stop for quite some time despite their injuries and the fatigue that was falling over them.
They covered over three miles before Lugaria finally paused and held up a hand, looking back behind them. "They can't follow us," he said. "This is as good a place as any, to rest for a moment."
Fykes scanned the trail, and was surprised to see no sign of their passing, even in the wet, muddy soil. Must be someone's magic, he thought. "That went well," he said, as he tied a bandage off around Katerin's shoulder.
"It could've been worse," she said. "But we should have taken the weapon for proof."
Agrata shrugged. "They were getting too close. His death is proof enough."
"I suppose," Fykes agreed.
Katerin cleaned the grime and blood from her face, and looked to Agrata. "Thanks for the warning."
He offered a shy grin. "Well, it is my job."
Fykes glanced back towards the camp. Something did not feel right, did not yet feel finished, and that left a feeling that made his spine crawl. "You're sure they can't follow us?" Maybe it was just the adrenaline, after all.
Lugaria shrugged. "Do you see any tracks?"
Katerin snorted. "You're always telling me magic doesn't work."
"No, I'm telling you not to rely on it nitwit."
Fykes watched the two, trying his best to hide a grin.
Katerin's eyes widened as she stared at Lugaria as if to say, that's exactly what you're doing. But she said nothing, only sighing and taking a drink from her water skin.
"Still, we can't stay here," Agrata said. "We have to keep moving."
"Are we okay to travel?" Fykes asked, looking at the hasty bandages and wary faces.
"We'll be fine," Katerin said, giving him a small and tired smile.
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It was midday when they made it back to Aughk'tor, and several dwarves cheered their return.
Katerin grimaced, still unhappy with all the attention she seemed to garner. As far as she was concerned they could cheer for anyone else and she would be perfectly content.
Lugaria and Agrata disappeared, and Fykes ambled back to their camp.
"I've got to go talk to Beymor. Then we can head back to O'siaris," she said. She was so tired she felt numb, and her wariness carried over in her voice, they had slept before embarking on the majority of their travel, but it seemed there was nothing like walking for miles with the thought of being chased the whole way to leave you less than refreshed.
