Fighting Shadows

Estelle fumbled for her sword in panic, before seeing on the ground a few feet away. Too far away, she realized, to get it before the Shadows got her. She stared around wildly for another weapon. The only thing close enough was a knarled branch, one end would make a decent handle, the other was a mass of jagged splinters. She picked it up and almost dropped it again- it was heavier than she'd thought. She held it up using both hands, shaking slightly, and swung it at the nearest shadow.

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