Sinbad allowed a ray of hope to shine through his shroud of despair when he saw Maeve stir a bit. Disoriented though she was, she managed to look up and spot Sinbad staring down at her from the top of the cliff. She failed at a feeble attempt to call out his name.
Maeve tried to sit up but found it too painful to attempt any movement. A sound from some nearby bushes caught her attention and Sinbad drew in a deep breath as he saw someone step out from them.
The man's dark, muscular body wore only a loin cloth and a make-shift bow and supply of arrows on his back. The man picked up Maeve's broadsword which had come loose from it's sheath during the fall and cautiously approached his red-headed discovery. Sinbad, still choked up from his tears, was unable to make a sound as the man picked up a now-unconscious Maeve and carried her Allah-knows-where within the thick forest.
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Lost My Way - Part 3