Love Lost

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years Before

Behind Harithen there was a scream as one of Thaelen’s soldiers sprouted an arrow in the forehead, dropping to the ground. Thaelen rushed out, pushing Harithen against the curve of the tower wall. The roof tops of the houses bristled with archers and gunners, and he could see the gleam of armour moving through the narrow streets of the city beyond. Far too many.

“F-k!” He gripped Harithen by the gambeson, pushing him towards the crenelations as from below there was the harsh bark of gun fire. “We cannot hold this side of the wall against so many,” he told the golden-haired prince. “We have no choice but to retreat.”

Stone sparked near their heads as a bullet struck against it, the metal ball shattering under the impact.

Haethnir held up a shield as Alyra, Hod and Magnus followed them out onto the wall, the thunk of arrows impacting on the outward facing side rapid, the wood splintering as the points pierced it. He swore as a bullet grazed his thig