Chapter ONE - Weebly

talents to his shattered knee. By the time she had
finished with that, Ethan’s forearm was raw and sore,
but he could walk again.
“Thank you, Janna,” he said. “Again, I’m in your
debt.”
She got to her feet, moving stiffly. “Yeah, you are,”
she said, and walked off into the night, back toward her
tavern.
Pell stood nearby, speaking with the sheriff, as did
Adams, Mackintosh, and Otis. The men of the watch
spoke in low tones among themselves, eyeing Ethan
from a distance. Ethan stood slowly, wincing at the pain
in his joints. Janna’s healing spells had taken the edge
off his pain, but his shoulder and knee still throbbed, as
he had known they would. His bad leg didn’t feel much
better, and his entire body ached from all that Darrow
had done to him this night and earlier in the day. He felt
older than his age. Much older.
Seeing that Ethan was up, Pell and the others joined
him in the firelight.
“Are you all right?” Pell asked.
“I will be. Thank you.” Ethan looked at Adams,