Guardians of Kathieh

Roxanne focused as much as possible on the man. She couldn’t react fast enough. In one motion, he cut the boy’s throat. The blood gushed down his front, and the eyes that stared at nothing glazed over. He collapsed on the floor, and they allowed his mother to run over and hold his lifeless body. A bulb grew in her throat, and Roxanne’s heart tore to watch the scene unfolding before her.

“Kyshowhi Viahershy sy gorosta,” chanted a different man. The moment the woman died, he had to sit as well. Each man had one chance at the spell before they ran out of power. The two men who cast the spells left the room and went upstairs, probably to rest.

The others rushed to move the bodies from the house. The large man told them to put them in the barn. “We will burn them later once we know what we’re doing with these two.”

He came up to them and took a knee, “Well? Are you going to lie to us too, or will you tell us what you are?”

Majesta spat at him and struggled against the bonds. He stood over on her side, and Roxanne heard her grunt for a moment, but she couldn’t see what had happened from where she was. One of the men that had gone to move the bodies popped in through the doorway, “you should come check this out.”

Roxanne watched him leave. They were alone. They fought the ropes but then realized they weren’t going anywhere.

“I can’t shadow walk here, they took my knives, but with my hands tied, I’m not much help anyway,” explained Majesta.

“I can’t hold my control on them for long. I can try, but I’m not sure I can get them to let us go,” said Roxanne.