Battle! (Day 2)Submitted by ridiculous at 2010-02-15 11:55:03 EST
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Saleene walked up the incline following the glow she could see across the low hills ahead. Smiling and humming a tune to herself she approached the Hordes camp, her step was brisk and Graegor was having difficult keeping up.
“Why couldn’t we bring the bloody horse?” He was frustrated and weary from the walk in his armor.
Saleene stopped and turned to face him, there was a clear warning in her green eyes. “What was that?”
Graegor paled as he looked into her eyes and corrected himself. “Why couldn’t we bring the bloody horse, mistress?”
She smiled at Graegor and leaned close kissing him, he shuddered. She pretended not to notice. “Much better, my pet. You’ll get used to being my servant.”
She turned away and resumed her stride towards the camp. “Who knows? I might not even kill you.”
Jonathan was sleepy, he had been sitting in the shadow of a tree just off the path since dusk. He hated sentry duty, not only did it mean you would miss dinner, undoubtedly the best meal of the day, but you couldn’t get any sleep either and for god sakes he had fought a battle today! He corrected himself, they had all fought a battle today, it was just as unfair for him to stand sentry as for anyone else, but someone had to do it.
He chuckled silently as it occurred to him it should be Sir Perth, after all, he had just stood on a hill and watched. He enjoyed the thought for a few seconds before feeling guilty; the Knight Commander had spent the entire day comforting the wounded and the dying, mostly the dying. How do you do that? What do you say to someone with seconds to live? God… He was glad he was the sentry and not the Knight Commander.
A woman strode past, she was beautiful and seemed to know where she was going, Jonathan seized his bow from beside him and pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocking it he prepared to confront her when he saw a man behind, following her. The man was dark, armored and seemed to be trying to catch up, Jonathan saw a sword at his hip. The sentry stepped into the moonlight. “Halt!”
Saleene turned to the cry and saw the sentry aiming his drawn bow at Graegors chest. “Now what do we have here?”
Graegor stood frozen, he slowly raised his hands, palms out.
“M’lady, it is fortune you walked by. This man was following you.” Jonathan stated, never removing his eyes from Graegor.
She laughed, the sound was musical, like bells. “Well, I should hope so, he is my manservant.”
Jonathan hesitated, he released some of the tension from the bowstring and looked at her. She was beautiful. He saw her smile and immediately felt himself grow weak before her. She looked right at him. He swallowed; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He released all of the tension from the bowstring. She approached him still smiling, he lowered the weapon. A smile crept across his own features.
“Mistress?” Graegors eyes were locked on the Sentry; his hand crept to the hilt of his sword as he watched Jonathan lower the bow.
“Be still. He is mine.” She didn’t look at Graegor and her smile was not changed as she closed the last few feet between her and Jonathan.
Jonathan began to get nervous as she approached, she was so beautiful and he wanted to be near her so badly. What if she didn’t like him? Or what if he displeased her? He was terrified. He was enraptured. She was still smiling, so close, he could almost reach out and touch her.
She reached out her lovely hand and caressed his cheek with the back of it. She watched him shudder with the sheer pleasure of her touch. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around him moving in so their bodies made contact, she felt him grow erect. She sensuously licked the edge of his earlobe whispering something to him. He nodded since he was incapable of speech and putting one hand behind her neck he pulled her into a deep, hard kiss.
Jonathan woke from his vision and saw the woman still standing before him, his eyes widened as he throat immediately began swelling closed. He couldn’t breathe… His blood was on fire and he couldn’t feel his legs. Dropping to his knees he clutched his throat with one hand and reached for her with the other, she stepped away.
Sir Perth strode into his tent his mind full of the foulest thoughts, Mordarren was dead, the armies morale was broken and worst of all… The traitor had made his escape. Sir Perth knew that the woods would be trapped but the Horde encompassed some of the finest trained soldiers in the realm. For five scouts to disappear on a mission was unheard of, he hoped one or more of them had simply been forced to go aground and would yet return. He knew that hope was hollow.
He decided that it didn’t matter, that tomorrow he would kill the pig and return his head to the King, if it took the life every man in the Horde, if it took his own life.
As they crested the hill Saleene turned to her companion. “Wait here for me, my pet.”
As she turned away Graegor saw the camp below, he could smell the wood fires and hear the sounds of subdued conversation throughout the camp. He used an old soldiers trick counting the baggage train instead of the men, he roughly calculated the Horde at one thousand. That is minus the hundred lancers.
Graegor grinned, remembering the days victory but that moment was brief. He also remembered how Baraccus sold him into slavery. Graegor turned his attention back to Saleene. She now had her back to him.
He watched her stand straight and whisper in a language that sounded like the gates oh hell opening. She raised her arms from her side as the pulse of her chant gained rapidity, casting her head back she closed her eyes. He cowered from the sound as his legs bade him run, he nearly did but at the last moment, reality set in and he realized running was just about the stupidest thing he could do.
Her spell completed, she turned to him and offered him her smile he could see that the tiara she wore was glowing softly, she winked at him. “I’ll be right back.”
“2nd Horde, Forward!”
Sir Perth sat astride his horse and led his men into the wood. It was thicker than it had appeared from the field, and much, much darker. As the men entered, few on horses he could hear sounds of unrest amongst them. The canopy formed by the trees was too dark. The Knight Commander looked up, he could see the sky through the branches above but the light didn’t quite make it to the floor. The men moved in deeper, the gloom growing steadily worse.
Sir Perth heard sounds ahead, scuttling and scratching sounds around the tree trunks, whatever was there was invisible in the darkness and was restless. All manners of horror came to mind as he willed himself to set such ideas aside and to move on. There were shouts of discontent and fear from his men on both sides as he maneuvered deeper.
A shriek came from the sky above the trees, the cry was long and high, it made the hairs on his neck stand on end. A great shadow passed overhead dimming the already insufficient light on the woods floor.
Then the screaming began. Sir Perth heard his men all around him begin screaming, some screamed for mercy, some for God’s protection and others just mindlessly screaming their terror. Sir Perth turned his mount towards the agonizing men and pushed through the trees and brush as quickly as the terrified animal could carry him.
The wood all around roared alive with flames as the dragon blew a stream of fire from its angry snout. It bellowed again as Sir Perth turned his panicked animal in a circle looking up. The trees obscured his vision. Another burst of flame came down less than ten feet from. His horse panicked and threw him before running deeper into the wood. In the distance Sir Perth heard it die too.