racing from the sudden adrenaline rush.
“Something is coming,” Elirana said barely moving her mouth. Chase nodded his head. Willow sighed. Stupid super-hearing! She wished she had heightened senses like that of a Werewolf or an Elf. It could be useful when the time came, like now. It only increased her fear when others heard things she could not. She had no clue what they heard, but they both looked at each other in agreement that something was on its way.
Willow quickly grew uncomfortable crouching behind the bush. The heat from the ground rose up to slap her in the face, and her forehead dripped sweat and landed on the ground mixing in with the dust. It was so hot that her sweat evaporated as soon as it touched the ground. It was several minutes before she heard what caused Elirana’s alarm. The gruff sound of voices and thick stomping feet was heading their way, coming from the path they were just on. Willow peered through a small space in the brambles to see the upcoming anomaly. Whatever it was, it sounded huge.
Willow nearly toppled over backwards when she saw what came into view. Rounding the corner, four massive trolls were flanking a large wooden cart filled with barrels and crates. The cart was being pulled strenuously by two Banshees who were manually holding the handles to tug and heave the heavy cart along. The Banshees each had a chained collar around their pale necks which connected to reins that a small goblin was holding at the top seat of the cart. The Banshees were women with long, straggly black hair covering their hideous hag faces. They wore long black dresses and were walking barefoot. Their gnarly feet were bloodied and calloused.
The goblin seated on the cart lashed out a small whip t o make the Banshees move faster- never hitting them, but making sure they knew to quicken their pace. He probably wanted to avoid the piercing cry of the Banshee. Nevertheless, the Banshees’ soft moans were high pitched as they struggled with the laborious task. Their voices were loud enough to make Willow wince. It was like the screeching sound of nails across a chalk board.
The large trolls surrounding the cart were tall and broad with thick pale green skin. They had bulbous heads, small eyes, and large square teeth. Each troll carried a large wooden club with spikes at the end. They grunted, drooled, and staggered along beside the cart, obviously guarding the prized goods within.
The cart was now passing them, and Willow held her breath, afraid that they would hear even the shallowest breath she took. Her body was tense, her muscles began shaking with holding the position she was in. Don’t smell me, don’t smell, I’m not here, I’m invisible. You can’t hurt me, Willow thought over and over in her head, yet her fear wouldn’t go away.
Just after the cart passed them, Willow heard the sharp crack of the whip and right after, the Banshee’s piercing cry. High pitched and louder than any alarm she’s ever heard before, the Banshee wailed an agonizing screeching sound until Willow’s ears were ringing with it.
The whip must have licked one of the Banshee’s on the skin with its fierce sting and the Banshee let out a howl so fierce, Willow felt the ground vibrate from the sonication. Willow instantly covered her ears with her hands to drown out the most shrilling, horrible, gut-wrenching bellow imaginable, but still the sound pulsed in her eardrums and penetrated through her, covering her body with tremors. She shut her eyes tight. She couldn’t bear it! The sound was so sharp it was going to split her ears! She would be deaf! Her mouth fell open of its own accord as her face twisted into a look of pain, but she couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t focus on anything but that god-awful cry.
Who kne w how many minutes had passed until the cry cut off, but the sound of a woman screaming was still being carried hauntingly through the air. Suddenly, a large hand clamped over her mouth and
“Something is coming,” Elirana said barely moving her mouth. Chase nodded his head. Willow sighed. Stupid super-hearing! She wished she had heightened senses like that of a Werewolf or an Elf. It could be useful when the time came, like now. It only increased her fear when others heard things she could not. She had no clue what they heard, but they both looked at each other in agreement that something was on its way.
Willow quickly grew uncomfortable crouching behind the bush. The heat from the ground rose up to slap her in the face, and her forehead dripped sweat and landed on the ground mixing in with the dust. It was so hot that her sweat evaporated as soon as it touched the ground. It was several minutes before she heard what caused Elirana’s alarm. The gruff sound of voices and thick stomping feet was heading their way, coming from the path they were just on. Willow peered through a small space in the brambles to see the upcoming anomaly. Whatever it was, it sounded huge.
Willow nearly toppled over backwards when she saw what came into view. Rounding the corner, four massive trolls were flanking a large wooden cart filled with barrels and crates. The cart was being pulled strenuously by two Banshees who were manually holding the handles to tug and heave the heavy cart along. The Banshees each had a chained collar around their pale necks which connected to reins that a small goblin was holding at the top seat of the cart. The Banshees were women with long, straggly black hair covering their hideous hag faces. They wore long black dresses and were walking barefoot. Their gnarly feet were bloodied and calloused.
The goblin seated on the cart lashed out a small whip t o make the Banshees move faster- never hitting them, but making sure they knew to quicken their pace. He probably wanted to avoid the piercing cry of the Banshee. Nevertheless, the Banshees’ soft moans were high pitched as they struggled with the laborious task. Their voices were loud enough to make Willow wince. It was like the screeching sound of nails across a chalk board.
The large trolls surrounding the cart were tall and broad with thick pale green skin. They had bulbous heads, small eyes, and large square teeth. Each troll carried a large wooden club with spikes at the end. They grunted, drooled, and staggered along beside the cart, obviously guarding the prized goods within.
The cart was now passing them, and Willow held her breath, afraid that they would hear even the shallowest breath she took. Her body was tense, her muscles began shaking with holding the position she was in. Don’t smell me, don’t smell, I’m not here, I’m invisible. You can’t hurt me, Willow thought over and over in her head, yet her fear wouldn’t go away.
Just after the cart passed them, Willow heard the sharp crack of the whip and right after, the Banshee’s piercing cry. High pitched and louder than any alarm she’s ever heard before, the Banshee wailed an agonizing screeching sound until Willow’s ears were ringing with it.
The whip must have licked one of the Banshee’s on the skin with its fierce sting and the Banshee let out a howl so fierce, Willow felt the ground vibrate from the sonication. Willow instantly covered her ears with her hands to drown out the most shrilling, horrible, gut-wrenching bellow imaginable, but still the sound pulsed in her eardrums and penetrated through her, covering her body with tremors. She shut her eyes tight. She couldn’t bear it! The sound was so sharp it was going to split her ears! She would be deaf! Her mouth fell open of its own accord as her face twisted into a look of pain, but she couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t focus on anything but that god-awful cry.
Who kne w how many minutes had passed until the cry cut off, but the sound of a woman screaming was still being carried hauntingly through the air. Suddenly, a large hand clamped over her mouth and
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