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still breathing. I sighed in relief.
    “Now you…” he spoke as he dragged me from where I was, violently placing me in front of the horse. “You will go ahead of me, like a dog, lead the way,” he said with a grin on his face. “Will you do a good job at it?”
    “It amazes me how low you will go in order to achieve the desires of your lord,” a voice spoke from the woods. I desperately looked around, hoping to see a familiar face from Agalmath.
    I heard Cyro grunt and his teeth cringe. “I did not think you were going to find us so soon, Nephilin.”
    “And I thought you would have been done with your duty long before you had even arrived.” His voice was soothing but powerful. The sound of breaking branches came from my left side and shortly after, a rider appeared mounted on a white horse, his garments old and ragged. His dirt-covered boots showed signs that he had been out on the road for a while now, and his shoulder-length fair hair was scattered across his face from the wind. “Cyro, release the boys,” he exclaimed in a loud voice.
    “I am not one to give up easily, Devin. It is a shame that you have chosen the harder path in this journey. One must be a fool to believe he can so easily neglect his own nature. You come from one of us.”
    I did not understand what was taking place. Why did this Devin want to help us? Was he trustworthy? Who was he in the first place?
    Slowly Devin descended from his horse. From his waist he removed a beautiful sword. Surrounded by a red glow, the sword very visible, even during this torrential rainstorm.
    “I will not ask you again, Cyro,” he said as his hand tightened around the sword handle.
    “I never said you had to ask me twice…traitor.”
    My eyes could barely keep up with their rapid movements. They fiercely attacked each other with an inhuman agility and precision. No human could move the way they did. I could see the raindrops touching their bodies as they attacked each other in midair, in the woods, and on the ground. I could hear the whooshing sound of Devin’s sword trying to touch Cyro. From what I was able to capture, Cyro was extremely fast.
    When I saw Demetre and the situation he was in, I knew there wasn’t a moment to spare. I mounted Cyro’s horse and galloped away, heading toward the forest. My heart knew of the risks and also consequences, but I had to do something.
    I heard trees falling and branches breaking behind me, but I kept galloping through the forest, heading home. There was something that Cyro wanted that was apparently there and I needed to find it quickly. I heard Demetre’s low groans as I rode through the forest’s narrow path. The tree branches smacked against my face. As I made my way deeper into the forest, I noticed the noise from the fight had suddenly ceased.
    I could see my house in the distance; I was almost there. I rode straight up to the door and I tied the commandeered horse to the tree. I helped Demetre off the horse and dragged his body inside the house. To my relief, the house looked exactly the same as it did when I first left.
    I laid Demetre on the old settee near the fireplace. I stopped for a minute and tried to process everything that had just happened in the last couple of hours. I was so agitated that the soft ticking noise of the living room clock made me shiver.

II
    I heard a knock as I covered Demetre with a blanket. It seemed that time stood still as I stared out the window, watching the rainfall. There was another knock.
    “Isaac, please, open up!” a voice shouted from outside.
    I gasped as I felt my senses escaping me for a while. I was not able to move. I roamed around the living room trying to find something in case I needed protection. I was startled when I heard the sound of the door being brought down by what I supposed was a really strong kick.
    “We need to leave now. Grab a couple of things you might need and let’s go.”
    “What do you mean let’s go?” I shouted. I felt my