Chapter 15

Unlike the woodworking hatchets my family owned, this one had a bladed notch at the axe head. Not good at cutting trees, but great for smashing in doors, armor, and heads. I gave it a couple of testing swings. It might’ve been pretty beat up, but it swung like a charm.

“So this is a war axe? I always imagined these to be bigger for some reason.” My fingers ran across the edge.

“They won’t be expecting us, so try to go for the head. Better yet, don’t. If things go awry, you two make a dash for it.” Caen slid down the hill before I could make a rebuttal. Darn it! Why was everyone else here so…weird?

Aria looked a little unsure as I prepared to slide down. She gave me worried glances before turning away again, a worried frown on her lips.

“They’re all looking for me…and it’s my fault.”

I sighed and gave her a pat on the back. I wasn’t going to leave her on top of the hill as a nervous wreck.