Chapter Seven
Battling back the horde that followed the Illuminar, Brinn felt those at his back come to a halt. He guessed that they had reached the end of the forest and were halted by the cliffs he expected lay beyond. He, too, knew the legend of the cliffs at the edge of the sea, but he was too busy fighting to guess what R’ille’s next plan was. He only knew that she would somehow find a way for them to reach Illianor, the island that lay beyond.
Suddenly, a huge rush of wolf-riders pressed outward from the enemy’s battle line and engulfed Brinn. He swung Yllirin in sweeping arcs, but the wolves were on him in seconds in numbers that he couldn’t hold off. He cut down several of the hairy beasts with his sword yet, for some reason, deadly blows were not returned. The wolf-riders seemed intent upon taking him alive. Their sheer numbers crowded him until he no longer had enough room to swing his sword. He tried to jump up on the backs of the massed fur of wolves, but he was pulled back down. Finally, as he fell under the weight of the rushing wolves and their ugly riders, a troll swung a hammer at the side of his head. His arms pinned, Brinn was unable to deflect the blow. It came as a blinding flash of light, and then everything in Brinn’s world went dark.
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