Hidden among a pine copse on the knoll above Harper’s field, Sabina watched a cluster of small dust devils skip across the lea stirring up chaff as they went.
The search parties, Sabina had no doubts that’s what they were, were getting bigger and hunting more frequently. Though she respected their magic, her dilemma was that she couldn’t convince the elders they were dangerous.
She had to discover who the devils were after, even if the old men wouldn’t listen.
When Sabina left the cover of the trees, she didn’t notice one devil separate from the pack to follow her.