Chapter 22

ELIZA’S POV My first curled around the head of my knife ready to be unsheathed as I ran to the middle of the battlefield. My heart, pounding like the war drum sounding some miles away. An arrow, almost immediately, flew over my head piercing into the throat of the man standing before me and I watched as he fell to ground knees first as blood gushed out from his throat. 'Run Eliza. Run!' I turned my head to the direction of the voice but the primal and brutal snarls surrounding me prevented me from seeing who it was. 'Eliza! By the goddess run!' It was Mom's voice. This time, I didn't need any confirmation to know it was her. But what was Mom doing at the battlefield? I quickly turned to the direction of her voice and saw her standing in the middle of fallen warriors, her dress soaked in blood; blood so thick I could taste the coppery thang in my throat. 'Mom, run!' I yelled but my shouts barely escaped my throat. Two men from her left and right were approaching her fast and she was una