They all halted in what they were doing as their heads whipped in her direction. Dalen tilted his head up, his eyes were heavily droopy as they fought against the overwhelming edge of unconsciousness. He tried to speak, but only a painful cough followed as blood trickled out.
"Why didn't you use your magic?" She whispered to him, her teary eyes meeting his.
"Get the girl!" The leader ordered with a grim look on his face, his eyes retained a murderous glare at her and she immediately remembered what she had done to him.
Shifting her feet back, she yelled hysterically as she blurted out "No! He's lord Dalen from the White Witch kingdom and any moment from now, they will come for us."
Immediately she spoke, their eyes darted from her to lord Dalen as they scrutinized him keenly, wondering if she was right or not.
"Master, he has the features of a white witch." One of the bandits muttered as he surveyed Dalen.
