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become a large part of my life ever since my Activated Contract with Galius.
    Kait’ stopped just before reaching the three men and turned back to us.  “And here are our companions.  These three are Vhillin, Oslen, and Kevrin.”  Kait’ swept her arm from left to right as she introduced the men.  “The other two are Ullian and Tagin.  They’re currently on watch, if you hadn’t noticed.”
    I looked to the trees where I’d seen the two men hiding, but there was no sign of them.
    Kait’ gestured towards Til and me.  “And boys, this is Korin and Til’.  They’ll be staying with us for a while.” 
    “Well, until morning,” I countered warily.  My hand tightened around my sword’s hilt as my conscience berated me for not trusting my gut about Kait’ from the beginning. 
    “Did I not tell you before that I don’t think that’s necessary?” Kait’ asked, her breathy voice taking on a hard edge.  She nodded towards my sword with a malevolent gleam in her eyes.
    That was it.  An alarm sounded in my head.  I’d been wrong to allow myself to put any trust in this woman.  Til’ and I were in danger.
    “Run, Til’,” I commanded under my breath as I unsheathed my sword.
    Only, I didn’t unsheathe my sword.  I couldn’t.
    I pulled at the hilt, my muscles straining, but the sword wouldn’t budge.  Changing tactics, I dropped my dagger into my left hand, readying to defend myself.  The dagger ripped from my grasp and shot down to my hip, clanging against my sword’s iron hilt. 
    A second clang resounded as Til’s dagger joined mine, the force of its contact staggering me to the side.  I tried to wrench the daggers from my hip, but they were firmly held in place.  Someone in the camp was using magic of some sort against our weapons.  Something small and metallic glinted in the firelight as it soared through the air and thudded to the ground beside me. 
    “Run, Til’!” I screamed in a panic.  I knew we had no chance against the five men and Kait’, especially if magic were involved.  When I tried to flee, though, there was a sudden, violent tug at my hip.  My left leg was thrown off balance, and I was pulled to the ground on my side.
    Til’ gave me a swift, fearful look that was quickly exchanged for a murderous glare at Kait’. 
    “No, Til’.  Run!” I screamed.  I tried to push myself up from the damp forest floor, but I couldn’t lift my hip from the ground. 
    Just as I was starting to worry that Til’ was going to ignore my plea and recklessly throw himself into battle with Kait’ and her men, he thankfully turned and fled.  It had to have been hard for him to leave me there, but it was the only logical course of action.  Otherwise, we would’ve both been captured. 
    Kait’s lips pulled into a vicious snarl.  “After him, boys,” she commanded.  The three men around the fire were to their feet quicker than I would’ve expected.  As they turned to sprint after Til’, my body went numb with dread.
    Each of the three men had a circular green light emitting from the center of his chest.  If their faces had looked sinister in the firelight, they looked downright demonic in the green glow shining through their dark shirts.  Apparently the drunken man in the Old Homestead had been right.  I mean, I didn’t think that these men were the walking dead, but they did have the green lights he’d spoken of in their chests. 
    It was only after my heart started beating again that I noticed the other two men sliding from the shadows and taking up the chase as well.  Seeing only their backs, I wasn’t sure if they had green lights emitting from their chests or not.  What I was sure of was that I couldn’t let them get to Til’.  I had to fight.
    If my suspicions were correct, whatever magic was being used against me was only affecting metal objects.  Obviously the sword and daggers were primarily metal, and my scabbard had a metal cap lining its opening.