Chapter ONE - Weebly

footsteps on the stairs below him. Glancing down, he
saw a large man making his way up the stairway. He
was dark-haired, young, and when he looked up at
Ethan, catching his eye, he leered menacingly. No
wonder Pitch had been on edge.
Ethan quickly ducked into the room and locked the
door behind him. He had just started to consider what
kind of spell he might use on the man when he felt a
powerful hand grab his shoulder and spin him around.
Ethan found himself face-to-face—or rather, face-tochest—with
another large man, this one yellow-haired
with a long, horsey face. Two other pairs of hands
grabbed his arms, pulling them wide.
“Get his knife,” a woman’s voice commanded
calmly from behind Yellow-hair.
The man in front of him yanked Ethan’s blade from
the sheath on his belt. The other two released his arms,
but before Ethan could move, Yellow-hair dug a
hammerlike fist into his gut, doubling him over and
stealing his breath. One of the other men knocked him
to the floor with a hard chopping clout high on his
cheek.