Esme's POV
A shadow whizzed past me. I heard his sword drop.
"Eidrin." I muttered.
He found me somehow.
My hands shook slightly. That soldier had tricked me. Why did I assume a foe to fight honourably?
Muffled sounds of suffocating reached my ears. I searched my pocket for the lighter I carried for defense. The darkness had grown thicker.
When I lit it, there was a tall slender man floating in the air with fingers wrapped around his neck. He was without chainmail yet I didn't hear them fall.
The darkness surrounding him was so dense that my lighter could only illuminate directly in front of me.
Yet when I traced the hands, I realized it was Eidrin's. I stepped back, then stopped myself.
Eidrin's form changed. I saw nothing of his face and his hair soared like snakes, ensnaring the man's body. He looked terrifying, yet strangely doll-like with those black eyes against porcelain skin.
