Seven Stones: Part Fourteen
Previously on Seven Stones: Eaters attack the group from ambush. Unlike previous attacks, the Eaters are not wearing masks. Anessa discovers a clearing containing several dead Eaters, also without masks, and a still warm bundle of scorched herbs. Haelen suggests moving the bodies so they can sleep for the night, but is interrupted by something racing across the clearing.
Kobb’s head instinctively twisted after the fleeing Eater. Butter-yellow glints shot between the harder flare of its staff. Something didn’t feel right. It sprinted fast enough that they didn’t have time to react; yet its path had curved, taking it within inches of all three of them.
Leaves shifted in the breeze, and the shadows tugged at the corners of his eyes, but nothing seemed out of place. He eased himself to his feet, drawing his weapons as he rose. “You all right, Anessa?”
“Startled. But ain’t harmed.”
“Good enough.” Kobb extended a hand to Haelen. “Anyone else think that thing had horns?”
Haelen pulled himself up. “All I saw was your shoulder, then the ground. If it could run like that, why was it still here? And why didn’t it attack?”
Kobb nodded at the bodies. “Looks like a funeral. Maybe it wasn’t finished, and it waited, hoping we’d head straight on…
