I would be leaving Torin in the past.
Like I had promised.
But…
I stopped thinking.
Another moan.A soldier ran up and wrapped an arm around the man at the end of the line. “Rannald is dead! Long Live King Maximillian!”
Everyone cheered.
Aenghus said, “Tis good news, lass, the kingdom is won.”
Ryan said, “Alexandria, that’s all the time we can spare.”
He looked down on the vessel and in a half-beat twisted it, taking his hand off my arm and just as I felt a burst of electricity from the time travel — I scrambled away.
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ALEXANDRIA
1308 - THE DUMBEST THING
Iinstantly regretted it.
An intense storm settled right on top of me, the punch of it knocking the air from my lungs. I gasped, wrapping my arms around my helmet as the winds pummeled me and dragged me back and forth across the stony ground.
Please please please let me survive.
If I could have found anyone to grab I would have grabbed him and gone.
I changed my mind.
I want to go.
It felt like the storm: electrical strikes, whipping winds, thunderous bangs and roars would never end.
Probably for ten minutes, I thought I was going to die.
I also thought that was the dumbest thing anyone ever did in the history of the world.
I had just let the ‘last chopper out of Saigon’ leave without me.
Then it dawned on me. What if Torin left?
He could be jumping from somewhere else, he wouldn’t know I was here until he got back to the kingdom, eight hundredyears away. He’d have to come back. Best case scenario, that would be tomorrow. A night in the past by myself.
Oh God, I would die before he got back. I had no horse, no food, no money, no weapons. I had no idea how to survive. I didn’t even know where I was.
Beside a beach, somewhere. West coast. I had been looking at the map but hadn’t retained enough information about it — I couldn’t tell you how far I was from Muckhart. I needed to go to Muckhart.
How far was Muckhart from this castle? I couldn’t stay here, we had just been obliterating the walls. The men inside were probably not very happy with us. With me.
Last man standing and all.
The stormfinally began to die down.
It was damp, cold, and I felt beaten and bruised from the battering from that wind.
