"If you don't attack her right now, I would have you behead! Each and everyone of you!" He commanded.
At first, the guards hesitated.
Then the one standing very close to Fyren, charged at Ustra.
Soon enough, the others joined in,
About twenty five of them.
Ustra jerked her arms forward, pulling and invincible robe in the air that caused a hot sandstorm.
I hurriedly got up and held the big bough of the box tree very close to where I was.
The queen's herald hollared from far behind me,
"The queen is here!."
The herald got slitted slightly on the left cheek by the raging swirling sand.
I looked at my arm and the wound had mysteriously and completely healed , as though there was no cut there in the first place.
My eyes blinked in bewilderment, my feet went jelly.
"How was this possible? Why would this wound heal now?
Now of all times? And what would I tell Ustra?" I muttered, with great confusion.
