Colt and The Sword“Where are we?” Colt coughed, dirt and dust determined to choke him. He covered his nose with his shirt and breathed in a few precious breaths. Jenna had fallen before him. He couldn’t hear her coughing and he couldn’t see her in the darkness of the ditch.Colt and The Sword by emerald-rose
Oh great, she probably landed on her head or something. He’d have to carry her highness all the way back to her hut.
“Jenna,” he snapped.
“I’m fine,” she called, sounding far away. She answered. That was a relief. “We’re in the entrance to a tomb.”
That was not.
Colt felt a rush of wind. The air cleared around him. The the entire corridor illuminated with no source of light. It was as though the air itself was light. Colt raised a hand and could feel the magic surging around him, her magic. Essence of Jenna. He scrunched his face. That sounded disgusting.
He sat in a long, aged corridor. Jenna stood at the end of it, tapping her foot impatiently. “Com
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