After completing Relentless Will and Conclusions, my focus shifted toward my patrons’ last story for March, a suspense tale. However, ever since I’ve delved into Tiatha’s life, a connection to Darren was planted and over time, the seed grew. While I kept half an eye on the fledgling concept, it wasn’t until I sat down to craft this narrative that I plucked on the binding thread between these characters. As a result, I dropped Darren into the middle of a forest alone and on the run from a Hunter. While Tiatha is no longer relevant to the wider world during Darren’s time, he finds her legacy.
Find a comfortable chair and witness Darren’s flight from a Hunter seeking to capture him.
Ducking under low branches and hopping over scattered boughs, Darren is fleeing the wrath of a Hunter. Will his race result in freedom…
As Darren raced through the dense foliage, his foot landed on a fallen bough while ducking under a dangling branch. Instantly, his leg went out from under his body. When his face slammed into the root ridden ground, an explosion erupted over him, showering him with pulp and bark. With a swallowed curse, he clambered to his feet and dashed into the forest. “You weren’t even close!”
“I only need to land a single blow to end this chase.”
With a grunt, Darren punched the devastated trunk and the upper portion of the tree toppled over, crashing into the ground. “That might frighten me if you could strike a broadside of a mountain.”
A figure emerged from the forest’s shadow, cutting off Darren’s escape. The muscular Hunter stepped forward as the smirk slathered on his face widened. “Haven’t you grown tired of running?”
Darren’s eyes flicked from the distant Hunter to an oddity obscured by the relentless Hunter’s bulk. Despite the obstruction, his unwilling gaze studied the visibly ornate carvings that decorated the thick doorframe. With a gasp, Darren tore his attention from the strange door and pressed his back to another tree. “You know, I could ask you the same question.”
“While every rogue starts with your enthusiasm, by the end of the chase, it’s evaporated, since none has ever escaped our justice.” He lifted a finger glowing white and blue. “Last chance for some mercy.”
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