Elsha ran without looking back after firing her warning shots. She heard the troll roar and the ficleteers scream. She didn’t want to know what was going on up there.

Since the terrain was rocky and the sun was right in her eyes, so she didn’t realize that what she thought was a shadow of a rock, was really a hole. She screamed as she descended.

She landed on her right foot, spraining her ankle. She howled with pain, and was so noisy she never heard the approach of the man until he spoke.

“Are you the prophesied one?” a low, husky, and sad voice asked her.
“Who are you?” Elsha asked through tears.
“Kevin.”
“WHAT?! Do you have any idea what is going on out there? And aren’t you supposed to be dead!?”

“I had my reasons for staying alive, and hidden. And I’m sorry it has come to this, but it was supposed to be this way. We can make it all go away. Do you have THE book?”

“Y-yes.”
“I have THE ERASER .”
“You don’t mean…”
“Yes.”
“But where will we go, what will happen to us?”