Darkness fell over them just as they started to move towards her. The moon disappeared behind the clouds. She twisted, holding her swords waiting for any sudden attack but there were none. They were gone again.
“Life is a precious thing young Miranda.”
The voice was familiar to her but she was sure she had never heard it before. She turned to see him, no weapon in site just as the others with his face covered by the hood of his cloak.
“You have grown so much since I last saw you, gone are the pigtails and braces.”