Chapter 16.

  Wrath.

  Hardwright’s order took effect immediately. Theina’s threads that held Polly and Pieter suspended, swung wildly. Slamming the older couple into ground tree and rock like a child's plaything. Gurgling through mangled and broken jaws they were slammed to the earth again with finality. The guards holding Theodren and Evan guffawed at the spectacle as Eleina who had been watching in stunned silence, wailed at the sudden and grotesque death of her parents. Evan’s eyes bulged as he struggled against the laughing guards.

  Theina’s dull golden eyes swiveled to the sound of Elaina’s keening. In a blur of gold she was on her, daggers gleaming in the sunset she sliced and stabbed at the red haired woman who could only turn and offer her back to the merciless killing machine, using her own flesh as a shield for her child who screamed at the fear and the noise in the air. Daggers tore at Eleina as she fell to the dirt still sheltering her wailing child as the life left her eyes.

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  A single strike from Theina ended the infant’s cries as Evan snarled and fought like a man possessed to free himself from his captors. To his credit he managed to slam his head into the nose of one of the guards and rush to his feet. “I’ll kill you, you heartless bitch!” he screamed as he ran at her. Theina’s blade found his throat faster than he could react. Slicing clean through, he fell to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut. His face hit the dirt feet from his wife and child. Their collective blood pooling in a cruel puddle of mud.

  Theodren thrashed, and screamed a cloud of curses. He Screamed for Odrain, He screamed for Yggdrazil. But no help came. Through his furious tears he saw the legs of Theina standing before him. He stared up into the pallid gold and lifeless eyes of the woman before him as she raised a blade slicked in the blood of his friends to kill him.

  “Not him. Not yet” Hardwright grabbed Theodren by the hair, turning his head to face the lifeless forms of his friends. “I have uses for him.” Theina backed away from the priest, her attention snapped to the surrounding houses. In a blur of gold she was gone, as she streaked from house to house, each one greeted her with screams, and then silence.