Chapter 190: Escaping Direwood Forest
The trees rushed by in a blur while the rest of the forest remained in darkness except for the distant orange and light blue glows sparking up the trees and revealing the undead chasing the small group. Evanna ran between her elven guards, Cedric and Anwel, with Garrett ahead leading the way, his large seraph blade cutting through any bushes and trees in the way. Even with his large frame, and Ronan over his back, the elf still appeared brutally elegant.
As he hacked away at anything in his way, whether a creature or a tree, the others in the group ran with air cover from the archers in the trees. They let loose their arrows at any revenants getting too close to the trio behind Garrett. The chase set Evanna’s heart pummelling against her ribcage, beads of sweat on the back of her neck while her whole body remained chilled to the bone. Her senses told her the dead were charging at them from all angles, but only the Flori’s arrows kept them from reaching her.
But they didn’t have limitless arrows. At some point, they would run out, and as much as Evanna could fight her way through this, her gifts had drained her body to fatigue, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. Yet, she seemed to run mechanically through the aches and pains, just as her mother taught her. Just like how the arrows would run out, so would their energy to keep running from these beings.
"*We need to get to the trees," Evanna announced as she sheathed her swords behind her back. "They will keep coming until I am beside Conrad again.*"
Cedric’s eyes darted towards the dark elf ahead of them in response. "*Keep to the ground, Princess. The trees will lead us astray,*" Garrett grunted, his eyes wandering to the treetops that could not be seen. It was nighttime now, but during the day, the trees’ great heights seemed to never end, blocking out the views of the world around them.
"*I could-*"
"*We have been born and raised in Direwood, and know it much better than you, Princess. I know you are not used to taking orders, but trust me on this,* Garrett added before he suddenly darted to the left, off the path they had been following.
Garrett was right, of course, and although her suggestion was to ’speak to the trees’, she would not be able to manage it.
Evanna swiftly followed, her strides turning into large jumps as the roots of trees began to rise higher than her knees. The group had slowed down only marginally, as they were all highly skilled and gracious in their movements. Evanna looked behind her, and a grin tugged at her lips as she saw the revenants struggling to get past the roots. Although they seemed great at fighting and causing chaos to get her, this particular task seemed difficult.