Lurea Thun.
The name did not ring a bell.
Rosalind watched as Lurea started cutting the horns off the wolf. From time to time, she would stop and look at the trees as if she was looking for something, as if she was looking for them. Rosalind could not help but wonder how it was that she was able to sense their presence. Was it just instinct?
*BANG*
Rosalind flinched when Ena suddenly sent a bolt of lightning to her daughter. In response, Lurea's body was thrown away and hit a tree. Her cloak fell off her head, revealing a face full of scars and purplish veins. Rosalind covered her mouth in surprise.
Lurea grunted, pain apparent on her face.
"I told you to pay attention. Focus Lurea. The world is a battleground. One wrong move and you are dead."
Lurea wiped the blood that trickled down her lips and got up.
"I apologize mother."
"What good does an apology do? If I was your enemy, you would have died by that bolt of lightning. Could you still apologize when dead?"
