The minutes passed, and the wind along with it, and the fire spread no further on the other side of the road that it had reached to. The danger passed, but Oliver still found his heart shaken from it. So certain before, and then so uncertain now. It wasn't his hand that had solved the problem, after all. It was those men.
Two Blackthorn soldiers came storming over toward him, interpreting his lack of excitement for him beginning to tire of his rope pulling duties. Second Boundary they both were, he could sense it from them. "We'll take over this, Your Majesty," the first of them said. "If we work together, we might be able to match your efforts."
Oliver nodded, stepping back.
A man rushed past him with a bucket, water spilling from its side. Determination written on his sweat-covered face.
Oliver took another step back. He was in the way now. He chose a quieter spot to gather himself and to watch.
