Chapter 33. The Queen of the Forests and the First Folk

CYRUS

My energy begins to wane as I etch closer, but all of a sudden the ground in front of me bursts open, spitting out a long, slender, dark skin warrior with long arms, a bare body, a gold-colored mini skirt, and a bow in his hand. I screech to a halt, my jaw dropped as I am awed by this happenstance yet again. Slowly he looks in my direction, a pair of familiar golden-yellow eyes having the same cringing effect on me once more.

He passes his gaze from me to the soldiers behind me, then back to me, and my bleeding arm. Again, towards my proponents, then the Annunaki front. At this point, I’m not sure they have seen him yet since the smoky gloom party obscures the scene.

He pulls out an ivory horn from his belt and blows it. The deep, drawn-out sound forced an immediate reaction from the Annunaki frontlines, perhaps in recognition of the sound. Then like a violent form of resurrection, the ground begins to burst open from numerous spots, countless dark soldiers p