Alaris couldn’t die like that, there was no way.
He had to have been attacked on the way here, the flower was tinted with dark lines just like last time but it didn't die then.
Belladonna was robbed of her time of thinking, because just as quickly as the soldier vanished, she was surrounded.
It was an ambush.
She stumbled back, her hand tightening around the flower, her eyes dancing with fear, her lips trembling to call for help before the painful realization descended on her that she was alone.
Alone.
Her hand tightened even more around the flower.
ALONE!
She huffed, letting the crushed flower slip to the hard ground and reaching for her bottle of herbs instead, her eyes fixed on the warriors as they appeared even more from the shadows of the trees that surrounded her.
