Chapter 2

Part 1

Kris awoke, back laid against the arm of his couch. The exhausted man opted to sleep on the hard-stone floor over sharing a bed with his angry wife. With the long evening concluded and the sun peaking over the horizon, Kris’s stomach knew it was breakfast time. The ace archer shambled to the kitchen and made a sandwich, only for a small yawn to erupt from the couch behind him. Laying on the sofa, still wrapped in the blanket that was given to him, was Timaios…the Demon Lord’s son.

Kris had forgotten about the child as he’d remained nearly silent the entire night. The boy made eye contact with Kris, but then shifted focus to the freshly prepared food in his hands. Quickly relenting to those ruby colored ‘puppy-dog eyes’, the sandwich was handed off to the child. The door to the back was suddenly flung open, causing the two to jump in their skins! It was Abagail; with her auburn hair spread erratically out across her head and bags formed under her eyes. Even though she had the bed all to herself, it was clear she didn’t get a good nights’ sleep. The former warrior turned instructor didn’t spare a glance for the two males in her own home, she just brushed by them on her way to the kitchen. When Abagail went to make herself something to eat, she noticed that they were out of a certain type of food. A certain special meat which could only be obtained by hunting an extremely rare boar, that just so happened to be used in the sandwich for the Demon Lord’s child.

“…This is freaking ridiculous!” Abagail slammed the stone counter top, cracking it under her fist as she’d reached her boiling point! Timaios hid his head under the cloak he wore while Kris jumped up and rushed over to calm his wife! “Don’t touch me!” She said, pushing her husband’s hand away in disgust.

“Abagail, please calm down.” Kris attempted to reason with her, but it was unwanted to say the least.

“You are out of your mind if you think I’ll just calm down. Do I even need to say it again? The Demon Lord, the monster who killed thousands - hundreds of thousands, burned cities and crops to the ground, poisoned drinking water for poor villages, and destroyed our dreams of having a family, that bastard’s son is in my house! My! Damn! House!”

“…”

“Say something!”

“…Not much I can say.”

“…Whatever. I’m going out.” Abagail stormed back into the room only to reemerge a few minutes later, fully dressed. Then walked out of the front door; slamming it shut with enough force to echo throughout the small home.

Part 2

Abagail fumed on her way down to the village, frustrated, only slightly at Kris, but more so at the Demon Lord. Even after two years, the scars left by the war ran so deep into both the land and people themselves, that she wondered if they’d ever heal.

“Abagail! Hello!” A townswoman called out as Abagail stood frozen in deep thought. The woman came up to her, limping on a crutch, followed by a young girl. “I wanted to thank you and your husband! Here, take these apples. They aren’t much, but I believe you’ll enjoy them.” Abagail accepted the basket full of bright red apples and noted the woman’s prosthetic wooden leg.

“Thank you, Jacquelyn. Amy, are you looking after your mother?” Abagail asked the small girl, who responded by nodding, her brown pigtails bobbing along with her head. “…Jacquelyn, how are things? Is…everything okay?”

“Yes! The crops are starting to come in nicely and thanks to Kris, those wolves shouldn’t be a problem anymore. What about you?”

“Everything’s great…” Abagail forced a halfhearted smile.

“Take care Abagail. Let’s head home, Amy.” Amy waved as she and her mother walked back to their quaint farm. Abagail looked out over the landscape, and for a moment, appreciated the town’s beauty. The farms were beginning to prosper, the children all spiritedly ran to the school, carts rolled in and out of the front gates carrying supplies; life continued after the horrible war, but deep down, Abagail could never move on. The former warrior woman took her time strolling over to the local tavern.

Upon entering the establishment, she was greeted with a loud cheer from the three or so patrons, barkeep, and the lone waitress! “Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Abagail! Come on in!” The burly old barkeep called out! Abagail took a seat and with a sigh ordered a drink. “How ya’ doin’ today?”

“I’m alright. No lessons, so I’m going to take it easy today.”

“Sounds good. I know that all those aristocrats’ and nobles’ kids have to be a handful.”

“Not really. I just wish I had time to get back to my wood carving, and finish some of the books piled up in my bedroom.”

“Why not just take time off?” One of the men seated at a table offered.

“She can’t. Hymn is a tiny town; the only reason we get any outside business is because of her. Rich folks come from far and wide just to have their children trained to become knights by the great Abagail Pewter!” Another patron added.

“Hey now, don’t go putting all that pressure on the young lady.” The barkeep chastised the other customers; who apologized.

“It’s alright. The fact that people think I’m so important now makes me happy.” Just as Abagail took the first sip of her drink, a large man missing an eye and what seemed to be his group of thuggish cohorts entered the bar, causing a small commotion. They sat down at one of the larger booths, shoving and roughhousing amongst themselves until they called out to the waitress.

“Hey there, waitress, we need some ale and some food!” One of the men yelled, which the waitress quickly acknowledged. “Clayton, are we going to be here much longer? I want to get back to port Gunther soon. I heard they set up a new brothel.” Abagail couldn’t help but overhear the men. They thought they weren’t being too loud, but that wasn’t true in the slightest.

“Calm down, will you?” The large one-eyed man said as he stretched his massive arms. “We’re going to do one more onceover of the area, and then we’ll probably get out of here. I can’t believe that we let something that big slip between our fingers.”

“We shouldn’t have wasted our time going to that guy’s house. All we got was some lousy, old, dragonborn woman’s carcass.” That comment caught Abagail’s attention!

“Ssshh…keep it down, you idiot.” The waitress brought them their food and they thanked her as she left them. “It isn’t illegal to hunt them here, but it sure as hell is frowned upon.” Instantly, Abagail could tell that these demon hunters were the ones who’d come to her house the night before. They talked amongst themselves for a while and then as they were getting ready to leave, they said something that put Abagail on guard. “Let’s go back to the forest from last night.”

“Why boss?”

“Maybe with the sun up we can find something we missed. We’ll search the area around there, and then head back through Zéme.” The leader of the group said as he exited the tavern flanked by his cronies.

Part 3

Kris sat atop a tree in the backyard of his home, sharpening arrows. He gazed out over the town seeing people herding livestock about. With bow in hand, he trained an arrow onto a farmer who sat atop a horse. “I wouldn’t be able to hit him from this distance, but with my longbow…what am I thinking?” The top-class archer lowered his bow and scratched his head. “…I guess thinking like that really shows I haven’t changed too much.” With a tinge of bitterness, Kris sighed.

A loud crash from inside the house alerted Kris! He leapt from the branch and sprinted toward the source! There sat Timaios on the floor staring fearfully at Kris. The young boy got up and scurried off behind the couch. An overturned stool sat near a bookcase and atop that, laid a plush toy.

“That’s…” The stuffed animal belonged to Kris. It was from a time long before he’d met Abagail, before taking part in the war, before he even had a name. Despite its raggedy, torn appearance the doll held sentimental value for Kris. Timaios continued eyeing the stuffed animal from a distance, leading Kris to believe that the young boy wanted it. With a sigh he once again relented. “Here…” Kris handed the plush, a two-headed wolf, to Timaios. After taking the toy Timaios huddled down on the couch.

“Thank you.” It was the first time Kris had heard Timaios speak since the night before. He’d remained totally silent, and Kris thought that it was due to shock.

“Um…you’ve probably already been able to tell, but I’m Kris. My name is Kris Pewter.”

“…” Timaios went silent again.

“I know things…are rough.”

“Inga…isn’t coming back is she?”

“Inga? You mean the Dragonborn woman?” Timaios nodded. “No. I’m sorry.”

“…” Timaios began to cry loudly, his tears falling from his face to the cushion beneath him. Kris wasn’t great with children but reached out his hand and patted the boy's blood red hair.

(This boy has been through so much. His life isn’t going to get any easier either. What are we going to do with him?)

Part 4

“Nothing but small fries out in this podunk town.” Clayton, leader of the band of demon hunters groaned while pulling a spear from the corpse of a wolf that had begun growing another head. “Seriously surprised this town hasn’t been overrun with more demons considering that they have a two-headed wolf infestation. Bet they’re breeding with the regular ones now.” The other members of the troop were busy skinning the bodies and collecting their fangs. “There was nothing like this around Zéme, seeing as the town guard stays vigilant. Finish up and let’s get moving!” He shouted as the men finished gathering their spoils.

Meanwhile, Abagail wasn’t far behind, tracking their movements. She wasn’t great at stealthily keeping tabs on people, but she’d learned a few tricks from Kris. The demon hunters were nearing the edge of her and Kris’s property, making Abagail quite nervous. As skilled as she was, fighting off a group of six men would still be troublesome. Keeping a careful eye on the gang, she stopped when a peculiar smell reached her nose. It was oddly sweet, almost flooding the forest. (What is that? It’s kind of familiar…)

“Hey boss, you smell th-” One of the men in Clayton’s group asked, but his question was cut short! The ground opened up beneath him, swallowing the man whole in an instant!

“What the…?!” The demon hunters backed away as the ground they’d stood around was revealed to be an enormous salamander-like demon! The monster was over twenty feet long with dirt colored scales, furthering its camouflage, leaves and bushes covered the beast’s back.

“Men, back up!” Clayton yelled! The monster’s small beady eyes locked onto the demon hunters as it stood opposite them.

Opening its cavernous maw caused the sweet scent to fill the air once again. “…Human…eat…” It spoke the Human language to everyone’s surprise!

(That thing’s an imigator…what’s it doing here? I haven’t even seen one of those since the war! A lot of good people were lost to those things.) Abagail remained hidden, in case things went south, waiting to see the hunters’ next move. (They don’t move very fast, but they’re hard to kill. The scales on Imigator’s are tough. As long as those men stay far enough away from its head and tail, they shouldn’t have a problem with it.) Just as Abagail thought that however, the demon hunters began to encircle the imigator! (Those idiots!)

“Keep an eye on it! This demon’s pelt is worth a ton!” As the hunters circled the creature, one of the men shot an arrow at the imigator only to have it bounce right off. “It’s too thick for arrows! Get in close!” The beast raised its massively thick tail and slammed it into the ground kicking up dirt and crushing one of the men; then reached out with its huge head and took a hold of a demon hunter’s arm! The man screamed in pain as the others backed away in fear!

Abagail leapt forth, grabbing Clayton’s spear from his back, then targeted the eye of the demon! Plunging the tip into the beast’s eye caused the imigator to roar in pain! The demon hunter was freed of the creature’s maw, so Abagail grabbed him by the collar of his leather armor and tossed him far back to safety! “Keep back, you fools!”

“Who are you?!”

“Worry about that afterwards! Follow my instructions! Keep your distance!” Abagail backed away, observing the imigator’s movements. Eying a hill behind the demon; Abagail recognized it as one near her home! (It’s up to me to get rid of this thing. I’ll protect Hymn, and my home!)

“Human…kill…human…kill!!!” The imigator howled with a booming roar that echoed throughout the town! The beast approached, malicious intent clear!

“This one is smarter than the others, but I know their weak spot.” Abagail whispered to Clayton, keeping the imigator from catching wind of their conversation. “Give me a sword.” She requested one of the demon hunters who quickly obliged. “Aim for its belly when I go up.”

“Go up?” Clayton asked to reaffirm, but Abagail had already dashed toward the beast! The imigator raised its head and opened its maw, reaching for the warrior woman! She jumped up, placing her foot on the demon’s nose, then launched skyward! She flew so high in the air that her form disappeared into the light of the sun! The imigator was blinded by the rays of the sun as it tracked Abagail upward.

Clayton saw the beast stand on its hindlegs, noticing its soft underbelly! He remembered Abagail’s instructions… “The stomach, aim for the stomach, you bastards!” The demon hunters all attacked at once, launching arrows and jabbing their spears and swords into the gut of the beast! It cried out in agony wanting to reach back down and fight the small men by its feet, but just as it did, Abagail landed on its head. She took the sword she’d borrowed and jammed it into the already destroyed eye socket! Far stronger than she appeared, stronger than most men, Abagail used all the force she could muster, and pushed her blade so hard and so far into the imigator’s skull that it pierced the brain! With one final gasp of air, Abagail felled the massive demon, jumping away as its lifeless body crashed down.

“HAHAHA!” Clayton let out a hardy laugh! “Excellent! That’s what I’m talking about!” The demon hunters began celebrating as well! Clayton walked up and placed his hand on Abagail’s shoulder. “Well, young lady, I’ve really got to thank you!”

Abagail brushed Clayton’s hand away and walked over to the demon hunter who’d had his arm nearly bitten off by the beast. “How are you feeling? Are you feeling hot? Like you have a fever?” The man responded by shaking his head as a negative to Abagail’s questions. “Good, but you need to be checked out, all the same.” She turned to Clayton and handed him the sword she borrowed. “Take him to a doctor; there’s one in town. Imigators have fangs that are caked in rotting flesh, often because they keep corpses in their gullets, digesting them for months at a time. That wound could end up infected.”

Just as Abagail finished her explanation, the townsmen walked into the clearing, carrying what few weapons and farming equipment they had on hand. “What happened here? Miss Abagail, is that you? What happened?!” One of the men asked.

Part 5

With as many horses and carts as they could gather, the residents dragged the carcass of the imigator into the town’s square. The people looked at the demon with fear. “Nothing even slightly as big as this has ever reared its head around here.” The people spoke amongst themselves. “I thought that all of those were killed in the war!” Abagail stood alongside Clayton and his troops waiting for the Hymn’s mayor to address them.

Out of the town hall walked an old man with a long beard, so frail and elderly that he looked as if a strong enough gust of wind may knock him over. “Miss Abagail, we must once again thank you.” Everyone began to clap and cheer.

“No. It’s fine, really.” The warrior woman, not the boastful type, was made uncomfortable having the near entire town applaud her.

“Also, you gentlemen, we appreciate your help as well.”

“Haha! No thanks needed!” Clayton spoke up. “We’ll just be taking this here prize, if you don’t mind.” He pointed at the body of the imigator. “This thing will sell for a bunch.” The mayor and townspeople had no problem giving up the monster’s body as it would only get in the way. “Great!”

“I guess that means we’re done here, right? Then, I’ll be taking my leave.” Abagail attempted to make her exit but was stopped by Clayton again.

“Hold on now, young lady. We want to thank you again, also we need to celebrate! Not often we get a big haul like this bastard over here.”

“Unfortunately, I’ve got things I need to finish at home. Excuse me.” As Abagail walked away she heard Clayton speak with the mayor.

“What’s her problem?”

“Miss Abagail is one of the Hymn’s jewels. She’s one of the heroes who slayed the Demon Lord!”

“What!? Now that I think about it…” Clayton pondered. “This thing…it’s probably only here because the Demon Lord’s brat was here.” Abagail stopped. “Oh? Didn’t know about that?” The townspeople once again murmured.

“I’d heard about it…but wasn’t that just a rumor?” Abagail turned to face the man again.

“I started to think so too, but now I’m sure. I’ve tracked large demons before, and one thing to know about them, when it comes to the dumber ones, is that they’re drawn to higher class demons. If that thing was here, then I’m certain that the brat passed through.”

“…” A chill rolled down Abagail’s spine. She immediately considered giving the kid up and explaining everything! (If I just tell them about the boy and hand him over, then that’ll…) She stopped that thought process; Abagail knew Kris would be furious.

“But…there were other demon’s here before!” One of the townsmen spoke up. “Miss Abagail, your husband, Kris helped us with them last night as a matter of fact.”

Abagail cringed. (Dammit! This just got a lot harder.)

“Ohh…” Clayton stroked his beard. “Now that I think about it, why were you out there…Miss Abagail?”

“…Kris mentioned you all as being suspicious. I…I’ll admit to wanting to keep an eye on you. The last thing we needed was for this town to turn into another Houlst. Where it’s just a city controlled by demon hunters…no offense.”

“None taken. Even I don’t like walking around Houlst at nighttime.” The tension in the air was palpable. “We’ll need to contact a few of my men back in Zéme to come and assist in transporting this thing. Once again, we’re thankful for your help…Miss Abagail, the hero.” Clayton bowed his head, shocking his men.

“Right…it was nothing. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Abagail walked off, back to her home. The people in town continued to examine the carcass of the demon while Clayton watched Abagail walk away.

Strolling the path home normally relaxed the former warrior woman, giving her a deep longing to return to her husband; but with the sudden turn her life had taken, anxiety dug deeper into her chest with each step. A bright light flashed into her eye drawing Abagail’s attention. She looked up into a tree that sat atop the hill near her home, spotting Kris. He was perched on a branch with a bow on his back and a knife, used to reflect the light as a signal. He waved to her and she responded with a thumb’s up. Kris jumped down from the tree and met with her along the path.

“Abagail, I’m guessing you heard that roar earlier.” Kris surveyed the area, seeing no one was following his wife, but gave her a quick look over to see she was unharmed.

“Yes, I did. It was an imigator.”

“Here?! Did you encounter it? Are you alright?” Kris reached in to check on his wife, but she pulled back.

“I’m fine…where’s the boy?”

“…” Kris went silent and walked his wife to their house. Upon entering they were greeted with Timaios sitting under a table clutching Kris’s stuffed two-headed wolf. “What are you doing out here?” Kris came in close, speaking softly. “I told you to stay in the bedroom.” The boy looked at Kris with sad eyes and responded.

“You were gone for a long time…”

“It was only a few minutes. Don’t worry, like I said, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“…” Abagail felt sickened at the warmth her husband displayed to the seed of evil, the child of the Lord of all Demons. “We need to talk, Kris.” She pulled him to the side, away from Timaios.

“What is it?”

“Those demon hunters from last night were still patrolling the town. I followed them hoping that they wouldn’t come up here and find the boy. I only wanted to follow and observe, but when the imigator attacked, I got involved. The leader said something about that demon being drawn here by…a strong presence, a high class demon.”

“You can’t mean that it came here because of Timaios?”

“Yeah. I think the leader suspects that I have something to do with the kid too. Kris…we need to get rid of him.”

“Get rid of him? What do you mean?”

“…I don’t know.”

“He’s a child, Abagail!”

“I know, okay!” The two adults arguing upset Timaios, who tucked underneath the table again! “…maybe we can give him to the mayor and he can figure out what to do with the boy. The mayor doesn’t seem to hate demons, I’m sure he’d be fair.”

“I guess…”

“He’s not our responsibility, Kris. Let’s just take him to the mayor.”

“…” Kris went silent. Abagail knew that with enough pushing he’d agree with her, and the thought of getting rid of the boy would lift a weight off her shoulders.

Part 6

Kris convinced Timaios to take a nap. It wasn’t hard, the child was exhausted even with the sleep he’d gotten the night before. As Timaios laid in bed, clutching the stuffed toy, Kris stood at bedside, thinking. (His face…it’s like a normal child, but…) The crimson hair, pale skin, and black horn on the right half of the boy’s forehead reminded him of The Demon Lord, Uzziel. (…Will this be alright?)

Abagail waited outside, thinking about the peaceful days she’d finally gotten accustomed to since the end of the war. Those days morphed from having to fight and kill just to survive, to waking up, eating breakfast, and seeing her beloved husband. She wanted that peace returned to her, and to get rid of the seed of evil, known as Timaios. When Kris walked out of the house, Abagail greeted him with a smile, but he turned away from her, still conflicted.

“I know you’re not happy with this, but it’s for the best.” Abagail tried to console her husband who let out a grief laden sigh.

“Alright.” A one-word answer depressed her, though Abagail persevered with the smile on her face. The couple walked down the path from their house, and as the town square came into view, a commotion slowly erupted.

“No! That’s impossible!” The townswomen began to grow more fearful of something! “My brother was killed by that bastard! There’s no way that can be allowed!” The men were also beginning to gather their farm equipment again! “Mister, are you sure about that? It could just be any old kid, right?” Kris and Abagail heard that comment, so they stopped just shy of the crowd.

“Hey, hey! I’ve got no reason to lie to you all. The truth is, the Demon Lord’s spawn is alive and well! I’ll bet anything that he isn’t too far from here! If he’s close by…well, more big boys like this imigator are going to keep creeping up!” Clayton shouted from atop the imigator’s corpse! “Last night, we were tracking the Demon Lord’s brat as he came through this village in a stagecoach.”

“Wait a minute!” One of the men called out! “We came across a stagecoach last night…” The man turned to see Kris and Abagail still standing adjacent to the crowd. “Hey, Mister Kris, you remember that last night, right?”

“…Yes. I remember.” Kris responded, with his hopes of not being dragged into the conversation dashed.

“Oh…” Clayton jumped down from atop the imigator and walked up to Kris. “Good to see you again, sir. Didn’t we agree that you’d tell me if you saw anything?” He leaned in close, trying to intimidate Kris. The archer didn’t so much as flinch. “To think that two of the heroes who fought the Demon Lord himself would live in this village!”

“They’re married.” The mayor spoke up.

“Married too?! Wow, guess you two must plan on making a strong kid, huh?” The large man laughed as loudly as he could! His men joined in, oblivious to the bubbling anger in Kris.

“Let’s stop the jokes, okay?” Abagail broke the tension that was building!

“She’s right! Miss Abagail, mister Kris, please hunt down the Demon Lord’s bastard child!” That request from Jacquelyn, the townswoman from earlier that day, caught Abagail off guard!

“Hunt down a child, are you crazy?” Another townsperson responded.

“A child?! That child is the son of the Demon Lord that brought about a mass genocide of the Skitzerel people, wiped the towns of Puutral, Lei-Gul, and the Motten islands off the map! He killed millions of innocent people; the fact that any of you are even hesitating…!? I’ve seen his cruelty firsthand; I watched…” She cried. “I watched as my brother, a soldier, was killed by his hands, personally! That monster tortured him, slowly as I had to hide underneath other people’s dead bodies to survive! I lost my leg, my brother, and many, many friends!” Everyone fell silent.

“…Lost my eye to a demon.” Clayton added. “I know how ruthless and sickening those monsters can be. Trust me when I say, I’ll hunt down that kid and make sure that there’s never another Demon Lord!” His words of reassurance were calming to Jacqulyn, yet unnerving to Kris.

“…So, you’re all okay with killing a child?” He spoke up, hoping to draw on any decent part of moral fiber left in the townsfolk.

“…” Not a one could break the deafening silence which gripped the crowd.

“Even you, mayor?”

“…I’ll…do what’s best for Hymn.” He answered with next to no conviction in his voice, but understandably so, in a tough position, as he was.

“I know what you’re thinking, pal, but we gotta’ do what’s best for humanity.” Clayton came in close, placing his hand on Kris’s shoulder. He could smell the odor wafting off Clayton, the smell of a manipulator. Someone willing to pray on emotions in order to get what they wanted, like someone Kris had known all too well. Kris’s calm demeanor and smile were often how he was seen, but when upset, an ice-cold gaze usurped any expression his face could make, and Abagail picked up on that happening immediately.

“We’ll assist you…in any way we can.” Again, doing all she could to shatter the tension.

“Thanks! Not too often we get help from the heroes who slayed the Demon Lord!” Clayton cheered happily! “I’ve already sent word to Zéme about the imigator, some of my men will be coming to help transport the corpse. It would be great if you two could assist in tracking the brat down.”

“That should be easy! Mister Kris here is the best tracker around.” One of the townsmen boasted.

“Perfect! Then, mister hero, Kris Pewter, would you mind?”

“…Fine. Let me gather up my things and I’ll assist you.” Kris stated bluntly. “Give me a few minutes and we’ll meet up here.”

“Actually, a large portion of what we found before was near your place! That forest could be a goldmine of leads. Hope you don’t mind us tagging along, since we’ll be heading in that direction anyway.” Clayton was pushing Kris toward his limit of reasonability, until Abagail held his hand.

“…” She locked eyes with her agitated husband for a second, signaling he needed to regain his composure. “I’ll just head home then, since I won’t be as much help as my husband when it comes to tracking. Also, I’m pretty tired from the fight with the imigator.” Abagail successfully reigned in the conversation.

“…Yeah, sure.” Clayton halfheartedly agreed as he and the few remaining members of his troupe followed the couple back to their home. Upon reaching the front, they weren’t surprised to see the demon hunters sticking close behind them as if they wanted to walk right inside themselves.

“You don’t plan on entering my home, do you?” Abagail asked.

“What? No hospitality? We’ve been in there already, why not just give us a little snack while we wait on the couch?” Clayton’s pushing was getting far too over-the-top for Kris’s liking, while Abagail continued to hold his hand tightly.

“Well…the truth is I left my…unmentionables out and don’t exactly want everyone seeing them, so no. You can’t come in.” Abagail’s demure attitude struck a chord with the demon hunters, as for her husband, he was put off by the uncharacteristic display of weakness.

“O-Oh…well then we’ll wait outside.” The men relented to Abagail’s delight.

Once inside, Kris snickered, breaking that stone cold expression. “…Unmentionables…what the hell are unmentionables? Since when do you have unmentionables?” He attempted to hold back laughter as it wasn’t the right time.

“Shut the hell up. I am a lady, you jerk. Also, it was the only thing I could think of.”

Kris walked over and retrieved his bow and fully loaded quiver. “I’ve got no idea what to do. This is a tough situation.” The young archer spoke somberly.

“Don’t worry.” Abagail reassured with a smirk drawing itself across her face. “I’ve got a plan.”

End of chapter 2