The Protectors by Elizabeth Loraine

Author:Elizabeth Loraine [Loraine, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“ This is crazy. How could this be?” I wondered now doubting my sanity as continued on.

As I got closer to my destination I could see the glow of light. Who or whatever it was couldn‟t see without the light and the darkness would be an advantage to me.

When I got to the source of both the scent and the light, I carefully peeked into the room to my left. It was much larger than the one I woke up in, and had more furniture: a desk, small table and two wooden chairs.

There were books and bowls on shelves on the far wall. Cups and plates on the table that also held a lantern, oil by the smell.

The scent was coming from an opening to my right. I had to see. Maybe they would help me, but I wasn‟t about to call out until I knew what or who I was dealing with.

Quietly I crossed the room, my bare feet silent on the floor. Once I reached the open doorway I stopped and looked through.

I saw a man facing away from me. I could see that he had long dark hair that reached halfway down the back of his simple brown robe. He was standing in front of what looked like a wash stand.

“What have you gotten me into? I‟ve told you hundreds of times I will not be a part of any of this. Now leave me be. I came here to get away from your world. I‟ll not be drawn back into it by you! What do you mean I have no choice now? She‟s here; who‟s here, what have you done?”

“I think they mean me,” I said softly trying not to startle him too much.

He whirled around with a start and his hand flew to his chest.

“Good Lord. How did you get here, who are you?” he said trying to see me better.

He looked young; I was surprised by that, although I don‟t know why. He had a long dark beard to match his hair, he was about six feet tall and his simple brown robe was tied with a cord at his waist. His piercing blue eyes were wide with shock.

“I‟m sorry; I didn‟t mean to frighten you. I don‟t know how I got here or why. My name is Katrina. I woke up in a small room down the corridor. Can you help me get home?”

“Where‟s home, Katrina?”

“Mormont; in Germany, but anywhere above ground would be fine I suppose.”

“I have to sit down,” he said looking wildly around.

There was a small bed similar to the one I woke up on close by. He walked over to it and sat on the edge; put his head in his hands and said to himself.

“This can‟t be my destiny….I could still refuse.”

Then he looked up at me. When he did, the expression on his face changed.

“What else do they call you, Katrina?”

At first I didn‟t understand what he meant. Trust your instinct I told myself.

“Protector of the races,” I said confidently standing up tall.

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