The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 3 Luciana found herself outside, sitting on the floor next to the entrance of the tent with her arms wrapped around her knees, with the guard orc who was grabbing the hilt of his scimitar at her slightest movement. She sighed, distraught, her eyes swollen with tears. She was sorry for Aralyn as she was alone with the elf inside the tent. The child was wondering what he was doing with her. And not only that. She was terribly upset by what had happened. That magician was dead because of her. Not that she felt the slightest remorse for the life of the magician, who was no more than a subordinate of the evil elf. But mostly because she was quite aware that Vondel was capable of anything, just to get what he wanted. He was wicked, heartless. And terribly dangerous. Luciana shuddered at the thought that it would not be easy to escape. Perhaps the thing that hurt her most, at that moment, was to know that the only person, w