This is our design and gift to you," he shouts, pointing the knife at Alana's throat. For the first time, she really hopes Hate finds her. She closes her eyes and turns her head.
She opens her eyes in shock, when warm blood splashes on her face.
Cole moans and falls lifeless on the cold floor. A silver arrow adorns his shoulder blades. "What" she murmurs incomprehensibly. Above, the thundering sound of hooves, resounds with brave screams. The fawns jump up in fear and run away screaming. Some of them hide in panic while others bravely arm themselves. Fear reflects in their eyes as they defend against the centaurs attacking them in the dead of night. Scared, Alana stares at the centaur, clearly leading the group. His strong black-haired horse body matches his dark-skinned human chest. His long horse tail is braided. Over his side were some scars and old burns. His long hair hides his long ears, which end at a point. Just as in his half-long black beard, silver pearls adorn it. Over his broad chest, he wears an orange belt. A war hammer is attached to it. In his left hand, he holds a decorated war ax. His dark Asian-shaped eyes almost seemed black.
Was he also seeking a sacrifice? Or were these creatures working for Hate? His dark eyes pointed to Alana as he walked toward her. With one swift movement, he cuts the leather bonds and nods. "If you want to live, climb on my back," he says in a deep voice. Alana swallows. "Uh OK", she answers, and grabs his muscular arm. Carefully, she sits on his back and places her hands on his strong shoulders. "I hate fucking fawns" roars a female centaur, pushing her knife between the horns of an old faun. Her long dark red hair falls over her small waist and chest covered with a leather top. On her back rests a leather bag filled with a bow and some silver arrows. Screaming, her sister jumps up, sending her front legs gracefully in the air when a fawn attacks brutally. "Stupid goat" she curses, and thrusts her long silver sword into his chest. "Leave" the centaur roars and beckons his herd. "Where are we going?" Alana asks anxiously. Can she trust them? Wouldn't they lie to her like the fawns? She doubts if she can trust anyone still.
"You look like you're heading for something. Or someone," the centaur replied thoughtfully. Alana thinks for a moment. "I am, I need to get to Hála " she replies, reminding the professor of his words. "I'll take you to the edge of the fishing village," he replies. "Why ... Why are you helping me"? I hate fawns" he moans. Alana swallows. "Well, then there are two of us." He chuckles. "I'm Foyed". Alana answers with her name. "Alana" he repeats softly, and continues; "I hope that one day we will meet again under better circumstances," he says. Alana laughs. "Me too." But what better circumstances, she thinks. Despite being happy that the centaurs are taking her to the right destination, she would like to see their village. She wants to learn how they live. "Is it a long drive"? "It may take a while," he replies. Poor Pearl, she thinks. Hopefully, she will get a great new owner or find her way home. What's left of home? Tears burn in her eyes when she thinks of her village. And Katinka? Now she will never catch up with them. The fawns have just sealed Katinka's fate.