“I don’t think those are spirits Val,” she whispered as the creatures moved in closer. Their bodies were gaunt and taller than any human with black skin stretched tight over bones. Jagged teeth protruded from overlarge mouths ending in sharp cruel points.
She heard Valor draw his sword beside her and drew upon her own power. “Father had been a soldier and he had thwarted the plans of a Sorcerer. So for revenge, the evil Sorcerer had stolen her away to the Darklands. Father had been a soldier, though, and he cut the demons of the Darklands down with his sword,” she whispered to herself reciting the story she had pieced together in the ashes of Merro so many years ago. “Now we are the heroes, though, and heroes always win,” she added in a softer voice as the first of the creatures rushed in.