Traipsing through the mountain path he lifted himself up the large rocks and held onto trees for balance. A group of pebbles cascaded down the sloop and washed over Kaz’s feet. He heard a faint shuffling up ahead. As he drew closed he saw a man, barely able to stand and groaning with each attempt. The wind mage ran to his side and placed a hand on his back to ease him to lean on a tree. “What’s wrong?” Kaz asked
The man was gasping for air. His breath was heavy and his handheld his side, concealing part of the claw wound that dug in deep but not fatal. He shifted himself against the tree to breathe easier than before.
“There is a werewolf. We are normally at peace with them, but this time,” the man lifted his hand letting the blood trickle out. “It attacked me. The villagers are in danger. Please. We need your help. If you can get someone. Anyone to help us. Mages, knights anyone that will.”
Kaz looked down the path then back to the man. His hand went to the man’s shoulder. Kaz grabbed the man’s bloodied hand and put it back over his wound. “Keep pressure on this. I’ll go and check it out. I’ll make sure they are safe.”
The wind mage stood up and began to walk off. Cameron called out, “It’s not safe. You’re just one man. You’ll need help. If I wasn’t so wounded I would go with you.” The man said as he coughed up blood into his palm. His face flushing white from shock and fatigue.
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