Chapter 8 Kaelith
The splashing sounds of water parting and the thudding of the soldier’s boot against the ground echoed in the little girl’s ear, her fingers clenched tightly around her baby brother’s little frame.
It was like a mountain was pressing against her chest. The soldier’s feet were now only inches from discovering her. The ruffling sound of the contents on the cart was like an alarm to her ears.
"There is nothing here," the soldier yelled.
"Did you check underneath the cart?" the other soldier asked.
The girl trembled as she waited for the inevitable, tears pouring profusely down her cheeks. Then the soldier bent down to check the cart. Her eyes met with the soldier’s. The soldier looked down at her and the baby in her arms.
"Please..." she muttered, her throat burning from the suppression of the cry that was about to escape her lips.
The soldier rose, his throat bobbing up and down. His hand tightened around his sword, and he moved to kill them. Immediately, a silver sword glinted, slashing his throat with a swift move.
The little girl gasped when she saw the soldier lying dead on the ground, with blood gushing out of his throat. His hand pressed down on the wound, but it didn’t take long for him to give up the ghost.
Then, a girl with wet black wavy hair clinging to her face appeared in front of her.
The little girl scrambled away from her. She ran outside from the other side of the cart. However, the lady was faster. She stood in front of the child, her sword dripping with red liquid.
The thunder clapped, its lightning casting a glow on them. The girl slowly backed away from her. "You are safe now," her voice was laced with mockery.