SeekerAndy

It was half past midnight when Illiana rushed into the tower on top of the hill. Saber had been sitting at his wooden desk, head bent over paperwork and smoking a cigarette, with only an oil lamp illuminating the words that he wrote. He raised his head at the sudden entrance, eyebrows furrowed. She was holding a small body close to her heart, her head bowed low enough for her copper ringlets to touch the musty floor. “Another?” Illiana nodded mutely. He put out his cigarette and strode over to her, lifting the body from her thin, shaking arms. It was a young boy; he couldn’t have been a day older than thirteen. His hair