ELIAS
Darkness fell swiftly on the Stolen Lands.
The tables were removed, and a watch was set. Straws were drawn, and Elias drew the short stick. He stood now in the early morning, shivering as a late snowfall muffled the world around him. Yona was set in his arms, his horn at his hip. He could have the weapon ready to fire in half a minute. Provided his fingers weren’t too stiff.
Torchlight shone behind him, lighting the path to the post, but the rest of the world was pitc