The girl slowly stirred in the carriage, her head throbbing with the weight of her wounds. The faint rocking of the cart and the distant sound of horses’ hooves were the only signs of movement. She blinked rapidly, trying to piece together where she was, and as her gaze darted around, panic began to creep into her chest.
Suddenly, she tried to push herself up, scrambling to escape the confines of the carriage. But before she could move far, a firm grip on her wrist stopped her. She looked up, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes wide with fear.
The hero, a tall figure with a reassuring smile, held her gently but firmly.
Alaric stormshield
"It’s okay,"
he said, his voice calm.
Alaric stormshield
"Don’t be afraid. I’m the hero of the Kingdom—Alaric."
But the girl’s heart raced as memories of the dark lord’s cruel laughter and the battle flooded her mind. She recoiled, her body trembling as the terror of that moment returned.
Without thinking, her hand shot out, and with the last of her strength, she scratched his arm, desperate to break free. Blood welled from the wound, staining his sleeve.
Alaric winced, but his expression softened, never once losing his calm demeanor.
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