The Path of the Gifted: The Rat Catcher. Book Two. Part Two

“Breathing’s stolen, I’m not running anymore, I can barely drag my legs. Everything burns in my chest; I’m at the last of my strength.

Everything… it’s over. They’ve cornered me like some animal—like a deer. And a pack of wolves, or rather undead, is literally chasing me, driving me toward a goal only they know.

A cliff edge… they drove me onto a slope of rock and there’s nowhere left to run.

Well, I’m done for—they focused the search, and I knew they would… I warned them, I was against it—but those who insisted on this so-called trial expedition ultimately threw one person away in the depth of the blot… and it’s hard to blame them, in this, though.

They shot down my horse, and the chase already stuck to us—maybe we were the ones who walked straight into a set-up trap. It seems they hunted us, and the attack was arranged so that the wounded horse galloped off after the fleeing partners. And I was left alone, against a whole bunch of undead. Luckily I didn’t break anything—didn’t twist my legs when the horse came crashing down on the ground with all its speed. But when an arrow hit his flank, he reared up, and I didn’t have the skills or experience to stay mounted. And now, it seems, I’ve run out of time. Look—creatures surround me… and for some reason they don’t attack. It’s like they’re pretending, and they’re not afraid of me—so small. And that, you guys, is a mistake. I’ll sell you my life for a high price.

But how come I didn’t like this plan from the very beginning? Still, who would listen to me? Stupid asses… they can’t agree among themselves on anything, and they’re trying to boss me around, only convincing me to test a way of moving on horseback through the blot…

They tested it at their own expense—and now I’m going to die…”