These creatures wanted to be seen, but since they didn’t bother with Archer he figured they were harmless. Or at least, he wanted to believe that, and as long as they stayed away from him he would do the same.
“Archer. We’re not alone.”
Dash’s voice was muted, just like his power it was on a lower frequency, and it took a second or two for Archer to process what he’d heard.
His father would return for him and Archer planned on being alive when it happened.
He thought only warriors could wield them. He’d heard the stories. The legends. The whispers of legends. So why did a girl who looked no older than Archer have one?
“Archibald,” Dash said as he floated closer. “That wasn’t a smart thing to do.”
The girl shrugged and smiled. “Come down and I’ll tell you.”