A shuffling came from my right, and the last guard gasped. “No,” he whispered. “You’re no rebel. You’re him.” The dagger left my hand and speared through his skull, cutting off anything else he would have said. His body dropped with a thud. I picked up the first guard I’d killed and stomped through the brush as I neared the elf. He sat up, holding his side as he smiled at me. “Thanks for saving me.”
