She stared at me for a second and then lowered on her hind-legs, supporting herself with her foreleg. Everything must have worn her out. I took another step forward when suddenly, a group of warriors pushed their way through the crowd. They carried silver chains and wolfsbane powder.
And immediately, they rushed at her.
"Stop!" I shouted at the top of my voice, but the sudden commotion drowned my voice out as my grandfather and a few other elders arrived. The crowd parted like water before them, creating a path until he came to stand in front.
"Take her away," he commanded again, staring pointedly at the warriors who were equally looking at me. I could see the confusion on their faces.
Before I could intervene, Mirriam stepped forward, standing in the path of the warriors, her white robes swirling around her feet. "We cannot allow this."
"And why not?" My grandfather turned to her, his voice dripping with disdain.
