The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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fell into the gut, spurting blood everywhere.
Thomas looked upward seeking mercy in his
eyes. But the Hessian flashed a sardonic smile from
his emaciated face. Crooked yellow teeth showing
from a mouth that could never be truly fed; a hunger
that couldn’t ever be satiated. The bloodthirsty mercenary
was famished for more red meat. Lingering
over Thomas, letting the soldier bleed out and suffer
in agony, the Hessian glanced up at the wood line. A
ravenous gleam focused on Hannah.
There was a dissevering sound as the Cutlass
drove through his back and protruded from the Hessians’
chest. He dropped to his knees and then toppled
over beside Thomas. Sarah watched as the blood
gushing from his wounds slowly became clearer until
water leaked from the gashes, dripping off the tip of
the sword.
Sarah called for Hannah then leaned over
Thomas. She looked into his kind eyes feeling the
tragedy. Watching his head tilt slightly, she followed
the line of his vision to the sword. She knelt closer to
him. “Take it,” he muttered. “Melt down the blade and
leave here with your daughter.”
“What is it?” she said, perplexed.
“The blade is silver.” He gurgled his last
breath. “Take it and flee.”
And with that Sarah understood that they had
barely escaped the icy hearts of the Wendigo.