Friday, January 25, 2013

The Dawning of Truth--4

    Something lightly brushed her cheek.  Elise lept to her feet fear coursing through her veins. 

    “Calm down.  It is only me.”

    She groaned.  “Sike.  You scared me to death.  What are you doing waking me up?” 

    “I want to show you something.”  His black shape flitted about the cave.

    Mind foggy with sleep she muttered.  “Now?  It’s nighttime.  I should, you should, be sleeping.” 

    “Just come.  And get your sword.”

    Outside of the cave, the bright moonlight bathed the cliffs and crags that surrounded her.  “Which way?”

    “Head towards Benzan.”

    She bit back a retort.  Oh, yeah, let’s just forget the fact that it is across the valley, a good distance away.

    The stillness of the night was only broken by Sike’s wings and her footsteps.  The dark shawdows of trees surrounded them as they made their way up the mountain side to the clearing on top.  “There, we made it.”  She collapsed belly down on the grass.  “So, what do you have to show me?”

    Fear filled Sike's voice.  “Look.”

    Far away under the starry sky lights flickered.  “Campfires.”  Her pulse quickened.  “Whose are they?” 

    “The Viskens.  Elise, they are getting very close.  They will soon find our abode, if they haven’t all ready.”

    “What?  How?  No, no.  This can’t be happening.”  She rose to her feet, frustrated.  Her life was about to be torn apart again. 

    “You need to make a decision.  Soon.”

    “I-“  The crack of a branch cut off her words.  Her fingers latched around her sword.  All was silent.  Then, from behind, footsteps approached.  She whirled, her sword sliding out of the sheath with a metallic ring.  Sike hissed from nearby then a tiny ball of fire shot from his mouth.  It wasn’t much, but enough for her to block the man’s blow.  A loud clang filled the clearing. 

    “Come on.  Put down your sword,” the man before her growled.

    “I don’t think so.”  She surveyed her opponent trying to fight down rising panic.  The dragons had taught her to sword fight, but she had never fought against a flesh and blood human.  The man before her glowered as he took a step closer.  The way he held his sword, the way he walked, all screamed that he was a skilled swordsman. 

    “Well, then it appears I will have to change your mind.” His sword flew through the air towards her.

    All her training over the past years crashed over her like a wave.  She ducked and whirled away, using the momentum to swing a blow at him.  Their swords crashed together with a sound that reverberated through the small clearing.  He grinned then swung the sword at her head, forcing her to duck and step back.  A small stick beneath her foot rolled.  “Ah!” she hit the ground hard and rolled away as his sword soared down towards her.  He slammed the flat of his blade against her sword tearing it from her hand.  Cold steel rested against her neck. She stared at him, hate pouring out of every pore of her body.

     He poked her neck harder.  “It would seem I have won.” 

    Out of the corner of her eye, Elise spotted something.  “Maybe.  Maybe not.”  A pale body slammed into the man sending him flying. 

    “Come on.”  Vaender flapped his wings and landed on the ground.  “I think some of their guards heard the ruckus and are headed this way.”

    “Where’s my sword?  And where’s Sike?”

    “You’re sword is over there, and Sike is back with the rest of the dragons.  He came to get me.”

    She sheathed her sword and jumped onto the dragon’s back.  “Let’s go.”

    “Halt!” shadowy figures appeared from the woods.

    Vaender threw back his head and roared, shaking the ground.  With one large beat of his wings they were airborne.  Behind them the clearing was quickly swallowed up by the darkness.  “Hey, we are headed the wrong way, the valley is that way.”

    “Do you want to lead them to it?  We want to keep it a secret for as long as possible!” 

    “Oh.”

    The air grew chillier as they rose up high in the sky.  “There’s their camp.”

    Elise huddled close to the dragon, trying to warm herself.  She hadn't dressed for a night of flying.  Down below the fires grew near until they were flying right above them.  “There sure are a lot of them.” 

    Vaender remained silent for a moment studying the camp.  “The king will need our help.  You realize that don’t you?”

    “Yes.”

    He grunted.

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