Only Hope

Dael felt fear churn low in his gut when they tied him fast to a pole, and he heard the crack of a whip on the air.

And then a woman spoke, and the anger in his captors’ voices faded.

Dael tried to crane his neck to see over his shoulder who had frightened his captors, but all he saw was a giant bull of a man, tapping the crop of his whip impatiently on one hand.


The woman spoke again, and one of the captors cut her off, and then an old man spoke, and Dael could only hope.