Chapter Eighty Three

The campsites made its way into my view and I smiled. Ler had taken me back. What was even better is that I could see the rows of tents and the figures beneath walking about doing their daily duties, they were still there. Ler’s arrival had caused a few to look up and now a small crowd was gathering in front of us. I saw him through the crowd he stood there next to Grod eyes wide and a smile on his face. Ler landed right in front of them and they came closer. “You’re majesty!” Faran called out urgently as he came closer and almost in an instant was by my side. The rest of the camp had gathered to see me, they stood around whispering and looking. Faran was about to touch me when Grod and his headless form came into view. I felt the cold hands snaking their way onto my waist pulling me off Ler and into his hand. The sudden movement made me hiss out in pain. The feeling of my leg being moved made it difficult for me to focus. Faran looked at my leg, face paling. “Witch!” He shouted to no