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Chapter 7 Tatum stood outside the stables.  The large horse whinnied and stomped its heavy hooves upon the frozen ground.  Her sack of ingredients she'd picked up for Adan weighed heavily on her shoulder.  Two weeks traipsing through muck and blood to reach Mother Giselle had left the mage concerned and weary.  So many mages, templars, and bandits had littered their path through the Hinterlands.  She'd fought before, but never so strenuously.  I have to stop this somehow, she thought as she switched her pack to her other shoulder. She bit her lip, exhaustion and trepidation about her return to Haven filled her.  Casandra noticed her discomf

Chapter 6 Cullen watched his troop run drills in the makeshift training yard.  Raw recruits, some almost too intimidated by more seasoned veterans, nervously swung their swords.  It was a level of frustration that he hadn't experienced in awhile.  He knew with practice and confidence, they would eventually learn to tell the difference between the blade and the grip.  Some of these people were nothing but pilgrims that had gotten caught in the aftermath of the blast.  Others were volunteers from the nearby village.  There was a certain level of irony that he felt about turning those who were on pilgrimages into b

Chapter 4 Cullen stood outside the house. His fist lingered a mere inches from the door. Shadows danced across the wall and Adan's gruff voice muttered off profanities several times before the movement stopped. Cullen watched it, listened to the sound of water falling and then the heavy sigh came from the man. “Oh! Adan, we need you. You're our healer. We're sorry we don't have one that's specifically trained right now. Yes, we know you are an alchemist, but you do have knowledge that could help save her. She's our Herald,” Adan's voice pleaded in a mocking female tone. He cleared his throat, letting it slip into its natural oct