C26 A Line Drawn in Flame

The horns of warning sounded through the trees—low, mournful, and unmistakable. Isolde’s blade flashed as she disappeared into the dark, moving faster than the eye could follow. Lucien stood atop the central rock, shouting orders. "Form a circle around the fire! Everyone inside the ward lines. Archers, high ground! "No one breaks the ring unless called!" The Morrin rose like shadows