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There was no happiness on his face to be found. Only disappointment.
I saw it on many of the fleeing Titans’ faces. They were disappointed they couldn’t fight alongside their brothers and sisters.
And die if necessary.
“Head to the Fallen Temple,” our cart driver said. “Do you know where it is?”
I shook my head.
“I do,” Fiath said
The driver nodded.
“Okay then,” he said. “Follow the others. If you get separated, listen to your patient’s instructions.”
He shoved my canoe off the bank and into the river.
Within moments, the current caught us and swept us along. I paddled hard with the half-oar I found under my seat and tried to keep up with the others.
It was no use. They were far stronger than me. The best I could do was keep them in sight.
We were moving. That was the main thing. It seemed almost calm on the river after the attack on the tribe. It was easy to forget what was happening behind us.
I peered back and saw the rising plumes of black smoke that rose into the sky.
They were fighting. And dying.
And I was running.
Wiiiiiing!
The blood fell from my face.
I could have recognized that sound anywhere.
Fiath faced the opposite direction to me. He sat up on his elbows and his eyes rose into the sky.
To the shuttlecraft I knew had to be heading directly for us.
“Look out!” Fiath bellowed.
The shuttlecraft was dented and broken. Multiple spears protruded from its broken windshield. But its plasma cannon was still in perfect working order.
Instead of whirring and winding up to unleash a powerful single blast, it unloaded chain gun style, spitting tiny bolts of plasma that hissed when they hit the water’s surface, beating a path directly for us.
I was frozen with fear.
Everything was happening so fast, I didn’t have time to react.
Fiath grabbed the sides of our canoe and tossed his weight to one side, throwing us overboard.
Bolts of luminous white, blue, and yellow struck the water and penetrated a yard deep.
I struggled to the surface. When I reached it, I threw my head back and gulped a lungful of oxygen.
Our canoe was demolished, punctured with a dozen holes, most of which were already aflame.
All those valuable supplies had been wasted.
