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A Delicate Forest
By: Jackie Date: March 17, 2012, 10:21 pm
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Srytka's hands tightened around her bow. Her heart was racing in
her ears. She could barely concentrate on anything else. Anger
rose up in her veins as she leaned forward in her tree, the one
that her and her brother had called when they first began the
Rebels. Her eyes darted across the forest as the anger continued
to swarm through her veins. Growls built themselves up in the
back of her throat, having come from the very pit of her belly.
She stepped onto the branch onto the next level, bringing
herself higher in the tree to look at her surroundings. There
were people. And there were bodies. Everywhere. In the campsite,
even outside the campsite that she saw. Her eyes widened. All
those men. She immediately jumped out of the tree, catching onto
every other branch. She needed to get out of there, she needed
to get back to the men, or the men that were still alive. She
took a deep breath as she finally reached the ground with a loud
thump. Her muscles flexed as she landed, bending her knees,
almost in slow motion before she quickly used her speed to jump
through the trails as fast as she could back to the camp. She
ran past the trees, knowing exactly how they were planted and
grown to make sure that she was not taken up for surprise.
Then, as she was coming close to the camp, she saw beings
leaving. A girl who was shaken up, and a man who immediately
took one of their horses to get her back to wherever she came
from. Then, her eyes widened, it was Cadelle. The Princess of
the King who she was against. "That home wrecker." She spit out
as she watched them. Her fingers tightened on the bow, ready to
shoot one of them in the heart, but they got away into the
thicker part of the forest before she could even blink. The
horses were fast, and it took her years to find the certain ones
that were now going to be a pain in the ass to replace. She
growled, stepping through the bushes and into the campsite where
she saw her fellow men, who were once so happy, they were drunk.
It made her smile with tears rimming at her eyes. She walked by
the big men, seeing her friend, Zee, laying in a pool of his own
blood as he was cut in the throat, right on the jugular vein.
She shook her head. "That bastard!" She growled, keeping herself
from breaking down. Turning to the right, she began to see the
men one by one, she knew each of their names, and how many kids
they had back at the Northern Camp. Every single one of them had
families...She had family, Hughe, her brother. Where was he? She
wondered quietly to herself.
Then, she remembered. Cade and Hughe were friends...Was she
visiting? No, Hughe would never give up their cordinates to the
royal palace, even if it was for the girl. Her eyes narrowed as
she began to head back to his tent which wasn't very far from
where she stood. She walked toward it, and expected to hear a
groan from surviving, but there was no sound at all. He was no
where to be found. Her heart began to race a little. She moved
forward over the piles of bodies before she finally entered the
tent where she could see her brother. Her mouth fell and she
immediately launched forward to land beside him. "Hughe! Hughe!
Wake up!" She urged, touching his shoulder, pushing him against
the ground. His dirty mug was plain and without life. Was he
even alive?! She shook her head, the tears beginning to fall
down her cheeks as she couldn't picture it. She couldn't handle
it. She pushed him harder. "Wake up!" She called again. He
didn't answer, not even a moan to tell her to get off of him. As
she pushed him, she could see the sloppy movement of his neck.
Running her fingers through over the skin of his neck, she could
feel the bone on the back of his neck. It was popping out, and
that only meant one thing. Her mouth was covered by her hand as
she fell back away from the body of her fallen brother. He was
dead.
Tears fell from her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her
knees. He was gone...They took him from her. "No!!!" She cried
as she buried her face in her knees. She rocked herself for a
very long time as she couldn't get the picture of the men, or
even her brother's face to erase from her mind...
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: March 18, 2012, 2:45 am
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AS Reinhardt left the camp he stopped by the body of one of the
bead men, realizing just who it was, he sneered under his hood,
and drove the heel of his boot down onto the mans face, he heard
a crack, then felt a satisfying crunch, be fore he walked away.
That bastard, would hunt animals, and mutilate their corpses
just for sport, Reinhardt had been tracking him for a long time.
Turning he looked and saw a woman pointing a bow at the fleeing
Princess, and her savior, dropping to a knee, he knocked an
arrow to the bow in his hands, and took aim at the girl. Finally
she lowered the bow, and Reinhardt did as well, it was Srytka,
Hughes sister, she had a fiery temper, when she found her
brothers corpse, there would be hell to pay. Smiling he
continued walking, he had horses to find, he knew Cade would
love to have Shade back, and that Northman's horse seemed like a
good animal, so he would keep his would and find them both.
Though he wished to follow Srytka, he wanted to comfort her, but
the were on opposite sides, he was on the side of Cade, she was
not... HGe should have taken her away the first time he had seen
her in the woulds, they could have lived somewhere together, but
hughe would find them. He knew he would, Hughe always found his
sister, and the few times he had caught Whelan, and Srytka
together, Whelan shuddered, he still had scars from on of the
beating he had gotten at Hughe's hands.
Taking another look at the girl, he vanished into the
undergrowth, traveling back to where he had seen the soldier
dismount. Searching around it didn't take him long to find that
horse, walking up to it he whistled softly, "Mac Tire, hey,
easy.." He cooed, as gently took the animals reins in hand.
Pulling lightly, the horse came along willingly, as he walked
towards where Cade had been unhorsed, he started thinking of
Srytka again, memories from a life long ago. The little boy ran
through the trees chasing the girl, who easily stayed out of
reach from him, "You can't catch me!" He would hear her taunt,
he red hair blowing behind her as she ran. "Uh-huh!" He would
shout back, moving in another direction knowing where she was
going to go. Hiding behind a tree he heard her running towards
him, unkowingly, laughing as she though she escaped him. Jumping
out at her he yelled, "Rawr!" Then slapped her arm lightly,
"You're it!" He would shout, and the process would begin again,
but with her chasing him. She would win, she always won...
Blinking he shook his head, then looked up, there he was, the
most beautiful horse in the entire castle stables, "Shade." He
stated, letting out a whistle, the horse looked at him, "Easy
boy.." H whispered, then the horse walked up and nudged him in
the chest, and looked at Mac, then back to Whelan, as if to ask,
'Where are our people?' Sighing, he grabed his reins as well,
"Come on gents, lets get you home..."
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Jackie Date: March 18, 2012, 3:56 pm
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Srytka could feel it in her bones. She was alone from now on.
The men had been mutilated. All to save the 'princess'. Her eyes
rolled over many different times as she felt the tears stream
from her cheeks. She couldn't find herself to move. Her eyes
moved over to the body that rested ahead of her. Her brother was
right there. He was dead. His neck was broken. She shook her
head. This was too much; it was too much to handle right now.
Her heart was racing, and she was wondering if she was going to
die next. The sound throbbed in her ears, but she could still
hear others out there. There were more to hurt her people. A
growl ripped from her throat as she tightened the strap on her
armor. She had to make sure that she was protected. She took her
bow in hand, making sure that she would be able to have it ready
in case of an emergency. Looking around, she saw the bushes
suddenly move. She didn't see the shadow that entered the
bushes, but she had a trail.
She slinked around the bushes, wiping the tears from her face as
she was going to take her revenge on whoever killed her brother.
She didn't care if it was the princess herself, she was going to
continue and kill her. It was because of her that she was thrown
out here with her brother. They had built up their own kingdom,
and now they thought they could just come in and destroy it all.
That was not how it worked. Srytka was not leader, of no one,
but still, a leader. Her eyes darted forward toward the shadow
that exited the bushes on the other side. She tiptoed forward,
making sure that she would take the right path to make no sound.
And she was very clever when it comes to being quiet. She was a
stealthy little bugger, or at least that was what her brother
called her. She wanted to sniffle, she wanted to cry a little
bit more, but this was not the time. She was going to take her
revenge. Shaking her head, she moved forward past the tree,
seeing the shadow that came from the bushes go down a path.
Did he think that he got everyone? She thought quietly to
herself as she stepped onto the path that he left behind. Her
steps were calculated in just a way that he wouldn't think that
there was someone following behind him. But, when he would look
back, she had a place with each step where she would hide. If it
was either a tree, or a bush where she would not even touch, but
just to hide behind. Once he was with a horse, a palace horse
she saw, he was immediately talking to them. He was apart of the
kingdom that killed her men. She took a deep enough and quiet
breath before she immediately stood and quickly took an arrow
from her back to load into her bow. She pulled back the tough
string and looked at the man. Her aim was perfect. She was not
to miss his heart, even if he was standing opposite of her. He
moved to find another horse who seemed like Cadelle's horse when
she was younger. She shook her head, tears trying to get down
her cheeks, but she would not let them. "Freeze." She said the
moment that he said that he should get them home.
"You are not moving. You are not heading back to the castle, you
piece of shit. You will die here and now." She pulled a little
harder on the string. "If you move, I will release and you will
be dead. I do not miss."
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: March 18, 2012, 5:29 pm
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Whelan started walking when he heard a sound behind him, a low,
creak he sighed and under his breath barely whispered, "Shite...
" Then he heard it, "Freeze." Letting go of the reins he
sighed, he at least had the horses on the road that lead back to
the castle, if he urged them they would run straight down it.
Walking to stand between them, knowing she had her bow on his
chest, he reached up and slapped the horses rumps,"Hai!" He
snapped and they took off. Standing there he held his arms out
to the side staring at Syrtka, his emerald green eyes soft. He
didn't say a word, just stood there, "You are not moving. You
are not heading back to the castle, you piece of shit. You will
die here and now. " What an ironic way to die, he mused, at the
hands of an old play mate, he fought the urge to pop oss with a
snide remark, and instead just stood there.
She looked so different than when they were kinds, of course so
did he, he was a Warden, a gaurdian of the woods. She was a
criminal now, and it pained him to admit it, but he still held a
small childlike affection for her. She was the enemy now though,
she had to be arrested, and brought before the king, yet still
he didn't move, just stood there. He knew she had found Hughe,
he could tell by the redness of hers eyes, and the visible
streaks on her cheeks from her tears.
Droping his arms to his sides he finally spoke, "Srytka... you
wont kill me..." He stated, his vioce soft, and holding a thick
irish brogue, as his emerald eyes peered at her from under his
massk. "You're brother, he was a monster, he raped women... it
was only a matter of time before someone killed him...." he
continued still soft, "He would have raped Cade if it had not
been for that soldier..."
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Jackie Date: March 18, 2012, 6:38 pm
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Staring at the man, she noticed that he was moving. He was
moving! She didn't let go of the bow, she didn't release the
arrow, just let him be as he slapped the horses to let them run
down the path to the castle. She knew that if she turned her
head that she could see the tip of the castle over the tops of
the trees. Though, she knew if that she gave this man just a
second of her not paying attention, the situation would come
back at her with brutal force. She could not have that happen.
She had been through that too many times with the King's men.
Her eyes stared at him as he soon turned to face her. Her eyes
met the emerald ones and she could feel recognition pass over
her. She recognized those eyes. Keeping her gaze steady and
without the look of recognition, she stared at the man,
scrutinizing him even more now. If he was the little boy that
she knew when she was younger, it was going to be a miracle, but
then, she couldn't do anything about it. It was out of the
question.
He would probably send her to the king to be punished for all of
her crimes. She would go with confidence. She knew what she did.
The man pushed her aside like she was nothing. Every single
crime that was on her slate was put there with the meaning, "You
are not allowed to treat your people with such disrespect, even
if they are not at your convenience." Though, she knew if she
did not say that to the kings face, then she would not be able
to say that at all. Her eyes narrowed toward the man as he began
to feel comfortable with her. This could not be happening! She
shook her head, pulling the bows string farther-- "Srytka...
you wont kill me..." She froze. Shaking her head, she tightened
the bow in her hands. "How do you know my name...?" She asked
quietly in between his words. He continued on about her brother
and she shook her head, tightening her hold on the bow as she
was contemplating loosening if he knew her name, but now he was
talking shite about her brother. "Shut the bloody hell up,
castle garbage." She yelled.
"My brethren was forced to be that way! If we were not thrown
out into the wilderness, he and I would have families of our
own!" She growled, the sound coming from the pit of her stomach.
The tears still ached to run down her cheeks, and she could
barely see from the water that was building up in her eyes, but
she continued to hold true to her bow. "Put your hands the
bloody back up!" She shook her head. Her breath heightened and
was racing through her body with each pant as she could not hold
herself. The tears were coming down fast down her cheeks. "Cade
was the reason why we left! Every single bloody thing that came
past her was deserving for how she treats those who are not to
her benefit!" She cried, shaking her head. She felt her arms
weaken, but she could not let this happen. She could not let her
emotions get to her like they were. She took a deep breath and
wiped her eyes on her shoulder.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: March 18, 2012, 8:07 pm
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Staring at her he kept his hands at his side, his hood and mask
still up, she wanted to know how he new her. Shrugging simply he
blinked, and stayed quiet then as she yelled at him for speaking
wrong about her brother, his had tightened into a fist. Her
brother was a worthless coward, that used to beat him senseless
when he caught his sister and Whelan playing together. The
bastard got what he deserved in Whelans opinion, staring at
Srytka though he felt sorrow at everything that happened to her.
Debating on telling her he swallowed and stood there quietly,
she wouldn't kill him, not little Whelan, the boy who had spent
his time chasing around the pretty redhead girl. They were both
grown now, however, she had lived in the woods for eight years,
long enough for someone to change, drastically. Whelan was the
perfect example, he had never been one to hurt even a spider,
now he would kill a man instantly if he even touched a dog in a
harmful way, he didn't like killing, but he was good at it.
AS she blamed Cade he shook his head, "She wasn't the reason, it
was her mother... Cade hated the fact that you two left, she
like Hughe, I don't know why.. but she liked him, they were
friends. Why would she want you two sent away, if they were
friends?" He asked softly, folding his arms over his chest. He
waited, knowing that bvefore long he would have an arrow if he
kept this up, but she needed to heear the truth.
Finally he sighed, "You want to know who I am?" He asked,
reaching up he puled his hood back, then removed his green cloth
mask. Staring at her, he watched, his face had tattoos on it,
but he still had his tosseled dirty blonde hair, and the
searching emerald eyes, as when he was younger. Searching her
face he shook his head, "You don't know m..." He said softly,
then giving a soft smile he looked up at the sky, a single tear
on his face, "You know, the fuit in the orchards are ripe this
time of year, Sry..." He whispered softly
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Jackie Date: March 20, 2012, 9:29 pm
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Srytka tightened her hand on her bow. her heart was in her ears.
It throbbed with each moment passing them. Happening so fast,
she could barely find herself to think through it all. All she
knew that the man standing in front of her was the boy that she
used to play with when she was running away from her drunken
dad. When her mother died, her father didn't take long to lose
his mind before slowly falling apart later through the year. It
was harsh, and she was left out in the cold with her brother and
disgraced by the castle. She and Hughe had tried to return to
the castle after they were thrown out, and they were immediately
pushed aside. They had to steal from others in order to eat, and
they had to hide in the back of barns of the nearby farmers in
order to have a bed to sleep in. Staring at this man, who in her
eyes still had the touch of the little boy, she found that more
anger was in her system. It was too early after the death. She
had lost everyone. Every single person that she ever counted on,
left in either death, or when she was disgraced.
Parting her lips to speak about dismissing Cade as the problem,
he corrected her. Her brow lifted. High. Why would he protect
her? Did he run around with her all day when they were younger?
Probably not. She barely even glanced at him. She remembered the
days when they were younger and they had the gatherings. Cade
barely glanced at them. She had only nodded her head before
returning her smiley face back to the rest of the kids. The
'higher' kids, is what she called them. They were always higher
in class than her. And always had more parents who cared for
them than she did. Yes, she admitted that she was jealous, but
she was not going to flaunt anything to them. She felt that she
never stood up to them in their 'league.' It was kind of
annoying to her. Her eyes rolled as he began to speak of her
mother. "Her mother said so? Really. I think her father had more
of the doings than her mother does. Which is the exact reason
why I am against him. The whole entire family."
She was standing on her point, even when the tears rolled down
her face. She ordered him to remove the mask that blinded his
identity from her. She was not going to let it hold much longer.
She wanted to know. Her curiosity was beginning to bite at her.
The moment that she saw that it was really him, even with all of
the tattoos, she found her eyes widen and the tears suddenly
stop. She had a feeling, but actually knowing that it was him,
it made the ache in her heart to reach out and pull him close to
her even stronger. She shook her head. "It can't be you." Her
arms suddenly fell and she lowered the bow from holding it at
his heart. "No...no...it can't be..." She shook her head again,
but then the fear erased itself along with the ache. It was
replaced with anger. Bright and fiery anger. "After all this
time, you are finally showing up?" Her eyes began to narrow
through the tears. Her face was on fire, but she didn't care.
She felt like she was on fire. Burning from the betrayal and the
anger that coursed through her veins.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: May 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Looking back down at her, he smirked, "After all this time?" He
snorted, he though back to the childhood, he once had, and what
it had turned into. "You know, a month after you were forced to
leave, my father was found dead, on duty? He was patrolling
around the markets. Someone cut his throat, then robbed him. I
was sent to an orphanage, lucky for me though. A recruiter for
the King's Wardens came. Offered me a life worth something, I
took it, and now here I stand." He replied, taking several steps
forward, then stopping, his hands still out to his sides. Hand
she really changed sop much that she felt that it was Cade's
fault she was out her, did she really believe that Cade would
have deserved what Hughe had been planning for her. Taking
another hesitant step, his demeanor changed, the tear was gone
from his face, his soft emerald eyes turning hard. Dropping his
arms to his side he smirked again. "So is this what you have
become Srytka? A cold blooded killer? Horse shite, I don't
believe t. If you were you would have shot me in the back when
you saw me." There was something in her eyes that held a
conviction that he had really seen before.
Stopping he folded his arms over his chest, "If you are so set
on the fact that Cade was the on who caused this, then find
proof. Give me evidence of this,m and I will help you." He
stated, his eyes roving over her face. She had something about
her, a determination, plus it was Sry, he couldn't just turn his
back on her, not now, not like this.
Stepping back, he slipped the mask over his face, and flipped
the hood up. "Srytka, I really hope you are wrong, but if not, I
will stand at your side. I promise." He whispered, then added,
"Find proof, for me to believe it." With that he stopped and
stood there, waiting for her response.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Jackie Date: May 22, 2012, 6:04 pm
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Srytka stood hesitantly. Her bow was tight in her fingertips.
Anger still ran through her veins. She could not let him walk
over her like this. She had enough of that through her brother.
Now that her brother was dead, she had nothing else but to blame
the people who set them out on their asses that rainy night into
the mud. She pushed away her matted hair, knowing that she
needed to find somewhere to stay. Her clothes were covered in
mud by staying back in the forest for so long. She was along the
trails when she barely got to the scene. Otherwise she would
have saved her brother and cast Cadelle and her savior to the
side, just like they had did to her. Leave them with no food nor
water, and leave them stranded in the middle of the fores. She
was not going to feel bad for them, nor the family. She glared
at him. "They sent you to an Orphanage? Ha. They didn't have
those when me and Hughe were kicked out." She laughed. "Probably
some complained. Hughe and I helped out the community more than
anyone else, but look at us now, Whelan. We were cast out, and
that will be the same for you and your men." She hissed.
"You want proof? Am I not enough proof as it is?" Her anger was
rising, specifically from his comment about calling her a cold
blooded killer. Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head
fiercely. "A cold blooded killer? That is what I am to ya' now?"
Her accent was beginning to take over her words. The accent that
you received from the forest. It was a habit when she started
talking fast and was angry. "You castle folk will never lookit'
us as we really are!" She said, stepping back just as he slipped
on his mask. She calmed herself for a moment and cleared her
throat. "Next time, I will not be so nice Whelan. I know how you
look and how you dress." She narrowed her eyes. Her heart ached
to embrace him, but she didn't. She stayed away, shutting
herself off. Now, if he said that she was a cold blooded killer,
she was going to be just that. "Get back to your men." She slung
her bow over her shoulder and slipped the arrow back into her
pack. "You will never belong here. There is too much of Castle
blood running through you. I bet you have a wife and kids. Get
back to them before I skin them alive myself." It hurt her to
even say that to her once best friend. She counted on him, but
she was not going to break down anymore.
She wiped the tears from her face and turned away from him. Her
mind was dead set. Her anger was apparent in her tense
shoulders. Her fists tightened into rocks at her sides as she
walked her way back to the village. She didn't care to see if he
followed her or not, or even cared to see if he actually
listened to her. She continued to walk, wanting to be alone. She
needed to clean herself and regroup with remaining men that she
took out with her on the hunt. Though, as she was walking, she
could smell something. Her face twisted at the god awful smell,
but then her eyes widened. Her men. She picked up her feet,
fleeting from the scene and toward the campsite where she just
barely touched the bushes. She looked through the leaves and saw
that Whelan's or the man who had saved Cadelle's group standing
there, putting the bodies into a pile and burning them. Some of
them, she had taken out to the hunt, and they must have just
came back, and without weapons they were practically harmless.
She shook her head, feeling herself completely stripped of
everything. She was on her own now. The king might have gotten
rid of her men, but there are always insiders that her and Hughe
had been working on for the past couple of years. They were
going to become her most prized acquaintances. So, she would
have to clean herself up soon to be able to enter the castle
towns. Only would Whelan recognize her, but she didn't care. No
one would really pay mind. Or at least that is how she saw it.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Drake Date: May 22, 2012, 7:54 pm
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"Get up! Come on wake up! You and the others are in danger!" The
voice screamed in his head, as pungent acrid smell filled his
nose. He could feel his cheek pressed against cold earth, and
ropes burned his wrists, as they were tied behind his back. What
was happening, he wondered, his head throbbed and he could taste
blood, but that smell, god what was that smell. He could hear
voices, why was everyone talking while he was tied up, if they
were playing a trick on him, he was going to beat every single
one of them. AS he started to get up onto his knees he felt a
boot smash into his back, pinning him down, "Well, well, looky
here lads, it appears this one finally woke up!" There was a
loud laugh, and finally the mans eyes snapped open. Something
was definitely wrong, he tried thinking, but he couldnt remember
anything past, returning to camp. Camp! Looking through the hair
that hung in his face he managed to get to his knees, and settle
back on his legs.
Then he saw, and memories came flooding back, he had arived at
camp after everyone else from the hunter party, he had decided
to do a little fishing, see if he could get anything. but after
several miutes he gave up, he was a fighter not a fisher. So he
walked back, when he came out of the tries, he saw his friends
fighting a group of soldiers, there were others dead, a trail of
bodies leading straight to the center of camp. "Matt!" He
shouted, he could see his cousins body in the pile of dead, with
a shout he drew his sword and rushed in. He managed to kill two
men, before someone knocked him out. Now he could see the pile
of burning bodies, his friends, and family, people he had known
for years. They were all being torched like they had some sort
of plague.
"You bastards! I'll kill every one of you! Come on you worthless
excuses for men!" He shouted, strugglig against his bonds. He
had been stripped of his armor, and weapons, at the moment all
he could do was threaten, and they knew it. One of the men
walked by and spit in his face, "Oh shut it, your time will come
soon enough, outlaw." Looking around he saw another three or
four men, tied up like je was, all on their knees. "Lothar..."
Turning his head he saw his best friend, several feet rom him,
"Hughe is dead... Srytka is missing... I think we are done at
last, mate..." Shaking his head, Lothar grinned defiantly, "Nah,
they made one large mistake, I'm still alive." He stated
confidently, then hearing a grunt he looked back towards his
friend, and saw the head of a spearprotruding from the mans
chest. A look of shock was on his face, as the spear was yanked
out and his body crumpled over. "Noooo!" The scream tore itself
from his throat, looking around frantically for some way to
escape from his bonds, he saw Srytka appear at the far edge of
camp. Freezing he locked eyes with her and shook his head, as he
did he felt a hand grab his shoulder.
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