Chapter 15: A Nameless Fear

It didn’t seem to matter how many times Alyssa saw that black cloak and faceless expression, her breath always seemed to be snatched away. The only bright side was that there was only one of them so far that she could see, and hoped that it remained that way. Soldiers clad in black armor and cloaks, all bearing the coiled snake insignia, were in the process of rounding up three of the local villagers.

“How do they keep finding me?” Alyssa whispered to herself. She knew that there was a chance they might come across the cloaked figures based on what the blacksmith told her and Markus, but it seemed too coincidental that shortly after their arrival in the village a cloaked figured appeared.

“Shouldn’t we do something to help?” Markus asked as he helplessly watched the soldiers drag two young men and a young woman towards the cloaked figure.