Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #16 July 2015 | Página 61

The Wolves’ Guardian
Nikki Yager

Knowing her way, Angwenth found the camp
again rather quickly, though she hid behind a different
bush than the last time. From her hiding spot she could
see that many of the men were not in sight, though the
sound of snoring established that most of the tents were
full. There were two men on guard, one was leaning up
against a wall, his head leaning forward in sleep, his
chest rising and falling slowly. The other, an orc, stood
with his side toward her, his eyes watching the forest,
alert and ready for fighting. He had to go down fast.

flint and steel. Pulling an oil soaked arrow out of her
bag, she held it above the flame. With a brilliant yellow glow, the cloth ignited into a ball of fire. Smiling,
she notched the arrow on her bow, pointed towards the
closest camp, and shot the arrow.

There was no wind. The arrow shot through the
sky, cleanly and silently, hitting the tent in the bottom
corner. Flame flicked across the fabric, searching for
more fuel. It found it, and the tent started to light up.
Not wasting any time, she lit, notched, and shot the adBiting her lip, Angwenth thought for a moment ditional five arrows, all at different tents. Then she took
before taking any action. It would take more time to off back to where she was before, a regular arrow alstart a fire than it would to kill the lone orc. More men ready placed on her bow.
could be killed with a few of her arrows, while they
By the time she made it back to her original
were sleeping and confused. She nodded resolutely and
spot, the tents were almost completely engulfed. Starheaded toward the tents.
tled cries of different men could be heard as she pulled
Making her way around, careful to stay out back her arrow, and aimed for the head of the orc that
of earshot of the orc, she lit a handful of twigs using was nearby. His attention had turned to the camp,

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