One of us

The arrow that shot Hash had poison. It went pretty fast on his blood stream making him looked blue.

"What should we do?"

Hash lost consciousness and drifted off. He woke up in a cage of ice and Isabel was lamenting outside. She was beautiful but her face lacked the usual glow.

"How could you leave me behind? How dare you leave without me!"

She pounded the block of ice that served as his coffin and grave.

He knew that he was crying but the cold eyes freezes his tears.

"Isabel."

Was all he could say. But it all was just a dream, he was awaken by the noise and the movement of the truck that either his mother or Isabel driving.

The barbarians were sneaky little mongrels. They were smart and fast. Making disasters after disasters within the entire kingdom. They were the perfect example of guerrillas.