Eternal Destiny by Chrissy Peebles Page B

a while to realize that Beth had released her hand. She spun around slowly, already dreading what her eyes would behold. The air behind her was empty. As she looked down, her mouth dropped. Beth had fallen on the grass, where she was lying motionless, knocked out cold alongside Sarah’s other friends. The Immortals had put them in the same sleeping trance that Victor had used earlier. Oh no! That can’t be good for the baby, Sarah thought. “Beth!” She raced over and felt for a pulse and found one, much to her relief. Sarah called for Victor, but he was busy fighting off another Immortal, who swung with all the power of a mighty Greek warrior. She tried to shake Frank, but he wouldn’t budge. “Oh, Frank! If only I knew how to wake you guys up!” Unfortunately, no one had given her a crash course in Immortal CPR.
    Whoosh ! Suddenly, a spear hissed past her ear. The thick wooden rod with an iron tip buried deep in the grass beneath her; it may not have killed her, but it would have most certainly been a painful experience.
    A shout echoed from off to her right, and Sarah glanced up at the group of Immortals creeping in her direction. She jumped to her feet, ready for business, even though she knew she couldn’t take them all on at once. All she needed was a sword, and she’d give it her best shot. She couldn’t just stand idly by and let them hurt her friends and drag her off to court where the biased jury would hand her a death sentence.
    Liz grabbed Sarah’s arm just as a barrage of arrows flew over them and horses pounded the ground and whinnied across the battlefield.
    “We need a weapon…and fast!” Sarah shouted so Liz would hear her through the turmoil and cries around her.
    Liz waved her hand at the approaching Immortals. A tiny crease appeared on her otherwise smooth forehead, followed by a gust of hard wind crashing into the oncoming horde, sending them flying into the air like they’d been smacked with an invisible sledgehammer.
    “Whoa!” Sarah said. “Remind me never to go bowling with you again.”
    Liz smiled and grabbed her shoulder. “Like that? I’ve been practicing.”
    “Yeah, I can see that,” Sarah said, laughing.
    “Now it’s your turn.”
    Sarah shook her head. “Nah, I think I’ll let you have all the fun…for now,” she said, mostly because she had no idea how Liz had done it. It had worked once or twice, but whatever had triggered her abilities, she doubted she could tap into them, at least not without a bit of practice.
    “Okay then. Let’s go!” Liz yelled.
    Sarah jumped as a horse reared up and galloped past her. “No! I’m not leaving the others!”
    An arrow whizzed through the air, striking Liz in the arm. She grimaced as she spoke, “We can’t stay here.” Grabbing Sarah’s hand, she pulled her along as they weaved between knights and the Immortals caught in the heat of battle.
    Sarah blinked through the cloud of dust surrounding them.
    Liz let out a loud groan and collapsed to the ground.
    Sarah reached out to catch her sister’s fall, dropping to her knees in the process. Her arm wandered around Liz’s waist as she tried to push her up. “I’ll get the arrow out. Don’t move.”
    Liz doubled over, holding her stomach. “It’s not…it’s not the arrow. I-I can…it’s Charles. He’s here somewhere, and he’s…he’s getting his butt kicked.” She let out a long scream, then a moan before passing out.
    “Liz? NO!” Sarah picked her up and stumbled toward the perimeter of the camp. She wasn’t keen on leaving her sister behind, and she’d do anything in her power to take Liz with her, even if it meant dragging her across the entire battleground.
    Looking up, Sarah’s eyes connected with a grimly familiar gaze. Ethano ! He stalked toward her, creeping forward like some sort of panther on the prowl. She really needed a sword or, better yet, a machinegun. Glancing around, she spotted a dagger in the grass and decided it would have to do. She