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tent. “Stick together!” The cleric had a dagger in hand and pounced on the blinded Killtooth. Pulling back on the beast's ear with his left hand, Zanfire sawed off its head with his right. The gurgling squeal of the Killtooth brought a chill to his spine. “ The hell?” Gurkain, one of the stagehands, sprinted out of his tent holding a wooden club. He never saw the Killtooth that jumped down on him from the tree. It latched onto his back and bit deep into his neck. Gurkain bellowed in pain as he fell to his knees. He dropped his club as blood squirted from his wound. “ Gurkain!” Carella screamed. Distracted by the princess' cry, the Killtooth jumped off Gurkain and raced toward the blonde girl. Carella sprinted for her life through the trees. The vampire elf flew from branch to branch, following her into the forest. The princess ran for what seemed like miles. No longer hearing the Killtooth swinging through the trees above, she stopped to catch her breath. The Killtooth jumped down from a branch and pushed Carella to the dirt. Then he held her down by her wrists, snarling in her face. Carella twisted under his grip as she felt his member swelling against her thigh. His yellow eyes glistened with lust and hate. Her nostrils filled with the hideous stench of his breath. She wanted to scream for help but gagged instead. His slimy clutch unbreakable, the beast licked Carella's neck with its scaly tongue. His saliva burned, making her eyes water in pain. She heard a battle-cry and then a “snikt” sound. Warm blood splattered across her face as the the grip on her wrists loosened. Zanfire stood above her with a bloodied knife in one hand and the Killtooth's head in the other. Its neck now a geyser of crimson, Carella pushed the now headless beast off her. Without a word, they ran back to the campsite. Gurkain's wife, Thorilove, pressed a rag against her husband's neck. He tried to speak through gurgled breaths but she put her finger to his lips. “ Don't talk,” she whispered. “ Are there any more?” Zanfire yelled, eyes darting around the camp. “ Don't think so,” Iangold said. Scared faces emerged from the tents. Soon the entire group of missionaries had gathered around the bitten victim. Satisfied that there were no other Killtooths around, the cleric turned his attention toward Gurkain. “ Can you heal him?” Thorilove looked up at Zanfire with tears in her eyes. “Please.” Zanfire knelt down beside Gurkain. He gasped at the amount of blood streaming out of his old friend. He laid hands on the man's forehead. He remembered a time, long ago, when Gurkain came to him with a life threatening fever. Zanfire healed him with one touch. But now... “ Can you heal him?” Thorilove asked again, the hopeless look on her face breaking Zanfire's heart. When Zanfire had the healing spirit, he could feel the magic in his body. He could feel heat welling in his hands and a warmth in his chest. He pressed his hand on Gurkain's forehead and felt nothing. Blood bubbling in his throat, Gurkain's breaths became shallow. Staring into Zanfire's eyes, his body jerked one last time then went limp. “ Gurkain!” Thorilove clutched her husband's tunic. “Gurkain! No!” Zanfire's legs trembled as he tried to stand up. He could not meet the eyes of Gurkain's widow. He wanted to walk to the end of the horizon and fall off the earth. Carella took him by the arm and shepherded the shaken cleric back to his tent. “ We can't raise the dead,” she said.
     

 
CHAPTER 6 Gurkain's widow buried her sobs into Carella's shoulder. Her muffled cries were met with gentle caresses from the princess. Thisrath and Walice, two of the recent teenage converts to Zanfire's missionary endeavors, patted the fresh grave with their shovels. Their task complete, they nodded at the cleric. He nodded back and stared at the fresh grave. Stoella, Gurkain's six year old daughter, placed a flower in the dirt. Her tiny hands molded the sand around the