Chapter 8
Garandol stood at the western entrance of the courtyard, waiting for Seth and Serina's return and the news they were bringing. A month had passed since he'd seen them face to face without a fire and the gray powder. Leaning against the arch of the entrance he stared into the distance, watching the top of the hill they would be cresting soon.
“No sign yet?” Efreal asked, joining him.
Garandol shook, startled by Efreal's sudden presence.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” Efreal said with a chuckle.
Garandol grinned, saying, “It's okay. I was lost in thought.”
“Ah, what's on your mind?” Efreal asked, crossing his arms behind his back as he stood next to Garandol.
Garandol sighed, then said, “I have known those two since their birth. I worry like a father. After so many years of waiting for them to be reunited again, then sending them out on such a dangerous mission as building a rebellion, it's hard knowing the troubles they must face.”
“Or not knowing.”
Garandol grunted and nodded, saying, “True.”
They stared at the horizon, watching the top of the hill together in silence. Minutes passed before anything happened. Then the Caravan appeared at the top of the hill and began its descent into the city. It wouldn't be long before they were in the courtyard.
Garandol watched the citizens of Ashenland come out of their homes and cheer for the Caravan as it passed by. These cheers weren't like when Seth had first entered Ashenland a year and a half ago. These were battle cries of encouragement for the work he and Serina were doing. The cheering grew louder as they neared the castle gates, but continued even after they entered the courtyard.
Seth stepped down out of the carriage he shared with Serina. Extending his hand, he helped a bandaged warrior step down on to solid ground. It was Karis! Where was Mark? Rushing forward, panic infected Garandol.
“What happened? Where's Mark?” he asked frantically.
Serina took Karis, helping her towards the doors leading into the Dining Hall. Seth met Garandol, holding up his hands to stop Garandol.
“We'll tell you everything. Please, just calm down for now.”
“Where is he?” Garandol demanded.
Seth paused for a couple seconds then said, “The Cathians have taken him.”
“What?” Garandol barked. “How could this happen?”
“Please, calm down and we'll tell you everything we've learned.”
Garandol glared at Seth for a moment then turned and walked away. Efreal stepped up to Seth, grasping his shoulder.
“Is young Mark okay?”
“As far as we know, yes. But, please, let me explain everything that's happened the past month.”
Efreal grinned then squeezed Seth's shoulder, “Okay, Seth.”
A few minutes later they all sat around one of the long dinner tables in the Dining Hall. Food was being prepared in one of the many kitchens as they sat, discussing the past month's events.
“We have swayed many small villages to our side. We sent them here for safety,” Seth said.
“We have accepted many Eranithians and given them a place in the forest with tents until we can build them proper homes,” Efreal explained.
Seth nodded, saying, “Good. Thank you for looking after my people.”
Efreal nodded to him then Seth continued.
“First, we'll start with when we found Karis,” Seth looked at Serina, then Karis. Karis wasn't with them. She stared blankly at nothing, unresponsive, almost catatonic.
“I had contacted Mark after feeling that something was wrong. He told me they'd captured a Cathian Captain and sent him with two Elves to Ashenland, then the Cathians retaliated, taking Karis in the struggle. Seth and I hurried to assist Mark in taking her back. Arland and his Thirty were also on their way, but the meeting for exchange of Karis for Armadd arrived sooner than Mark expected.
“From what Karis could tell us, he traded himself for her, telling them everything about the prophecy. It must have been the only option he'd seen at the time.”
Seth stole another glance at Karis. A tear fell down her cheek. She barely showed any emotion as she sat with them, but even she, the tough warrior, couldn't hold back her tears.
“It may have been foolish, but I know his heart,” Serina continued. “He did it as an act of love. He'd rather himself be sacrificed than see someone he cares about die.”
Karis closed her eyes, flushing more tears down her face. It broke Seth's heart to see her in such a state. He thought of Lana, knowing she would be just as brokenhearted as Karis.
“Do we know where he's being taken?” Garandol asked.
“We know his final destination will be to Arnath's dungeons. How long he will be kept alive there is hard to say,” Seth said. He hadn't meant to sound cold-hearted, but that was how it came out. “We have to figure something out to get him back.”
“Serina, could you contact him to find out where he is?” Efreal asked.
“Yes, but not now. Once we have told you everything we know,” she said.
Efreal nodded, saying, “Very well. Go on.”
Seth took over telling them, “Governor Mandin is dead. His servants poisoned him, at Sol's command. They said Sol told them Mandin had set us up to hand us over to Seilnai. It was proved to be true when after Mandin had fallen, we were attacked by Seilnai and her troops from Underworld.”
“Underworld?” Efreal and Garandol said together.
“Yes. Werewolves, vampires, imps. Everything. Our guard was killed and turned within minutes of our attack. Seilnai has learned to speed up the turning process. It's nearly immediate now,” Serina explained.
“She must be stopped,” Garandol said.
“She must be destroyed,” Efreal growled.
“No!” Serina scolded. “Jennifer is still inside her somewhere. When I entered her mind, I could see a piece of light in the darkness. Centered around a memory. I wasn't able to access that memory before she kicked me out, but it's a strong memory.”
“Perhaps of Mark,” Garandol said.
“I believe it is. So, we can't kill her. We have to try and turn her back first. I believe she and Mark have a stronger connection than either one of them realize.”
“What makes you believe that?” Garandol asked narrowing his eyes as he peered into hers.
“They were as close as Seth and I were before she sacrificed herself. Seth, tell me, were there times growing up when you could feel my pain?”
Seth looked at her. She'd never asked him about that before.
“Yes, sometimes it was unbearable.”
“When I was really sick that one winter. Didn't you get sick as well? Even though Father never let you near me?”
He'd almost forgotten about that. They were thirteen when that had happened.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
“I believe they are even more connected than Seth and I were at that age. It's happened in stories of old. When someone from another world is brought to ours, certain aspects about them are enhanced by Sol's choosing. It would make perfect sense for Sol to enhance their connection to each other for this very purpose. To save Jennifer from what Arnath has done to her.”
Seth watched Efreal and Garandol as they nodded their agreement with Serina. Efreal seemed a little more reluctant than Garandol, but he wished to see Sol's prophecies fulfilled as well.
“But why is it that Mark's mind wasn't affected like Jennifer's?” Efreal asked.
“That's what makes me think that the light in the dark of her mind is a memory of Mark. He's the one thing she fought to protect in the moment she was turned.”
After a minute or two of silence Garandol asked Serina, “Can you contact Mark now? If anything to make sure he's still alive.”
She nodded then closed her eyes.
Serina looked around from where she stood on the familiar mountain peak. This time covered in snow. Straight ahead of her was Mark, sitting on a large rock, staring out over the land. She walked over to him.
“Hello, Mark,” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Looking up at her, she saw his smile. There was sadness in his eyes. He missed Karis. Turning his head away, he looked back at Eranithia. Serina walked around to sit next to him on the rock.
“How are you?” she asked, sitting next to him.
“I'm okay,” he said. “How's Karis?”
“Worried about you. She was hurt, but not badly. Seth healed her, but she's still a little weak from the attack.”
“What happened after I was taken away? I heard the Cathians talking about the Geoth in Eranithia. Has Jennifer found a way to let them in?”
Serina nodded, saying, “She has. Karis was the only survivor, and it was only because she wasn't in the camp. We found her a short distance away. The Geoth must not have seen her.”
“She was lucky they didn't step on her by mistake.”
“Sol protected her.”
He nodded as he continued to stare out at the land. Serina rubbed his back in comfort.
“I wish this was real. I like that you choose this spot to communicate with others,” he said.
“It's peaceful here,” she said.
Nodding, he grunted his agreement to her statement.
“Do you know where you are right now?” she asked.
“No, I keep slipping in and out of consciousness. But I know I'll end up in Arnath's dungeons. But who knows how long that'll last before he kills me.”
“Can we come and help you?”
“I'd appreciate that, but I think Sol's got a plan.”
“What kind of plan?”
“I don't know yet,” he admitted. “But, He's got something planned. It may mean my death, but I'm ready to face that if I must. Were my swords found?” he asked.
“Your swords?”
“I had Trien hide them somewhere near the camp before I was taken.”
“We were unaware, but I'm sure we can send a runner to retrieve them.”
“I'd like that.”
“I'll make sure Efreal sends someone soon.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you have any messages you'd like me to give to anyone?” she asked, scratching his back again.
“Just tell everyone I'm fine and for Karis not to worry about me.”
“Anything else?”
He looked at her, tears falling down his cheeks.
“Tell Karis I love her. But tell her in private. It's for her ears only.”
She smiled then kissed him on the cheek.
“I will tell her.”
“Thank you.”
Serina opened her eyes, looking around the table. Efreal and Garandol with piercing, curious eyes; Seth, stern but just as curious as Garandol and Efreal; Karis with bloodshot eyes, ready to break down into more tears.
“What did he say?” Garandol asked.
“He doesn't know where he is. He keeps slipping in and out of consciousness. He says he had Trien hide his swords near their camp before he was taken. He didn't want the Cathians taking them. He asked if we could get them for him.”
“I'll send a runner as soon as we're finished here,” Efreal promised.
“Thank you,” she said. “He said to tell you he's fine and Karis, for you not to worry about him too much.”
She tried to smile, but her mouth seemed to fail her.
Serina then leaned over and whispered in Karis's ear, “He said to tell you he loves you too.”
When Serina backed away she saw Karis's wide, teary eyes. Then Karis got up and left the table, heading for the doors.
“Let her go,” Efreal said as Seth started to rise out of his seat. “She's going to her parent's home for the night. I will check on her personally in the morning. For now, get some rest. We will begin planning the next step in the morning.”
Arland saw Karis come out of the castle, heading straight for him.
“Karis,” he said.
She looked up at him startled. “What are you doing here?”
“Sol said I needed to be here. I sent my men on without me. What's wrong?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice was lost, choked off by more tears. Arland stepped closer to her, then she fell into him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Arland closed his arms around her as well, letting her cry for a minute.
“I love him, Arland.”
Arland's blood froze. He'd been fearing this. He knew they'd become close, but hearing how much she loved him, from her lips, it broke his heart. But there was nothing he could do about it.
“I'm sorry, Karis. I don't know what to say.”
She squeezed him again, then pulled away.
“You don't have to say anything. Just being in the right place at the right time was all I needed. Thank you,” she said then walked past him.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To my parent's home. I'll be back in the morning. Good night, Arland.”
“Goodnight,” he said, then stood watching her disappear into the night.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Eranithia: The Healing River: Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Pacing before the fire, Mark noticed that he only had an hour left. Arland was still an hour away. If he can be patient, Arland would be there before the trade even happened. Thirty Elves and two Centaurs, plus he and his nine men should be enough to intimidate the Cathians. He prayed that Karis was okay. His mind kept jumping from worrying about her safety, to wishing she was back in camp with him just to be close to her, to hating the Cathians for taking her. It'd been a smart move on their part for taking a high ranking official in Seth's army, but a big mistake for making Mark angry. Not many were able to stand against Mark when he was angry.
Mark! Serina's voice broke through to his mind. He took a seat to calm himself before talking to Serina.
Hello, Serina.
Are you okay? I sensed something was wrong.
Where are you?
On our way to you. What's going on?
They have Karis.
Who has Karis?
The Cathians. We took their captain captive and sent him to Ashenland as a prisoner, but in retaliation, they attacked us while Trien and Bailey were taking Armadd to meet Serani and his troops. Serani sent Armadd with two of his own men to keep Trien and Bailey here. Iriand's dead.
What? Iriand?
Yes. They surprised us with bombs. They must have grenade type explosives.
Grenades?
They're a weapon from my world. A small explosive device you can carry on you. They're small but pack a big punch. These weren't as powerful, but they packed enough of a punch to knock me out. I was out for hours before Serani and his men arrived and woke me up. I was the only one still alive. They wanted me alive so they could make a trade for their captain.
You aren't going to make that trade are you?
Mark looked to his right as if he were looking away from Serina.
No, he lied.
Good, she said, but he could tell she didn't believe him. What are you planning?
Arland is on his way here with his thirty.
Seth and I are on our way as well. How many Cathians are left?
They had a hundred. I think we took them down to seventy five before they took Karis.
That's not too many. Should be easy enough to get Karis out of there.
I agree.
Seth and I will be there in a little more than an hour. We've been riding through the night.
Mark scrunched his forehead as he noticed something in Serina's mind. Damage. As if she'd run into a dark power.
Serina, what's happened to your mind? I see scarring.
She hesitated before answering, I'll be fine. Seth is working on healing me when we stop.
Did you run into Seilnai?
Another hesitation.
Yes.
What did she do?
She kicked me out when I saw a piece of light. Her mind is full of darkness, but there's a piece of light in her. I saw it. It's centered around a memory. I wasn't able to see that memory, however.
Mark stared at the small flames of the campfire. He had to find out what that memory was so he could bring Jennifer back to them.
Mark, don't worry about her right now. Your focus needs to be about the task at hand. How many do you have with you?
I have Trien and Bailey, plus seven others Serani left with me. They continued on to Fortuna to reinforce the city. Arnath is trying to take it back. We really injured him by convincing them to join us.
Good. So, when Seth and I arrive, combined with Arland, we should have forty-three?
Yes.
Perfect. We will see you soon, Mark.
I pray for safe traveling for you.
Mark broke the connection then stood up, looking around the camp. Looking at the sky he saw that he had less than an hour remaining.
Arland.
After a few seconds Arland responded.
Yes, Mark?
How much longer until you're here?
We ran into a little trouble with some bandits. Must be some of the people of Serpa trying to take advantage of the refugees trying to get to Ashenland. It set us back a half an hour. I'm sorry, Mark. You'll have to hold them off until we get there.
I only have forty-five minutes.
We're doing our best, Mark. Just do what you can until we get there. Remember to think with your head and not your heart this time. What would Karis do in this situation?
Mark sighed then said, Keep our men safe until the promised reinforcements arrived.
Exactly. Now don't go and do something rash.
I won't.
Good, I will see you soon, my friend.
Mark didn't respond before cutting off the connection. He needed to do something, so he walked towards the arranged meeting place. An open area between his camp and the Cathian camp. When he arrived to the designated place, he found three Cathians already waiting for him. They were early. Mark regretted leaving his sword behind. He connected to Trien.
Yes, sir?
I left my swords by the fire. Can you put them in a safe place? I don't want the Cathians getting their hands on them.
Where are you, sir?
I went to check out the designated meeting place to make sure they hadn't set up any traps. They're already here with Karis.
Wait and Bailey and I will be there to assist you.
Come if you must, but it's too late for me to wait. They've already seen me.
“You came alone,” the Commander Alzahd said. “You're either very brave, or very stupid.”
“I believe it takes a bit of stupidity to be brave,” Mark said. He looked at Karis. She was cut and bruised, a blindfold kept her from seeing him. There was no way he could assure her without words that he'd get her out of this.
The Cathian grunted a small laugh, “Too true.”
Alzahd studied Mark for a full minute. Marks anger boiled. He'd never regretted not having his swords with him. He knew if he'd brought them he'd be able to take down all three Cathians before they had a chance to fight back.
“Is something wrong?” Mark asked.
“You are stupid. You came unarmed.”
“I came unarmed as a sign of peace. I'm trusting you to hand Karis over peacefully.”
“You have nothing to trade for her. We demanded our Captain be returned to us, and you have not met that demand. So, I am forced to kill you both.”
One of the Cathian soldiers pulled out his sword, making a move for Karis, while another aimed a crossbow at Mark. Mark wasn't afraid of the bullet aimed at him. He knew he could catch it if he had to, but Karis couldn't see what was coming. He had to act fast.
“Wait!” he said suddenly.
Commander Alzahd held up his hand, saying, “Do you have our commander?
“No,” Mark said, but hesitated before finishing. “Take me instead.”
Mark saw Karis stir slightly. He didn't know what they'd done to her to make her so unresponsive, but he would find a way to deal with them himself.
Alzahd squinted at him, asking, “Why would I do that?”
“Because. Arnath wants me dead.”
“Of course he does. He wants all of his enemies killed.”
“No, but he wants to kill me himself.”
“And why is that?”
Mark took a deep breath. He was about to spill everything about himself. It could mean his death, but as long as Karis was safe, he didn't care about his own life.
“There's a prophecy, well many prophecies all about the same thing. Me and my sister. Twins brought by Sol from another world. We were given abilities to help put Seth and Serina on their thrones so they may rule Eranithia, as Sol wills it. Arnath doesn't want this prophecy to be fulfilled, so he's trying to kill my sister and I.
“He's already gotten to my sister and turned her to his side. You know her as Seilnai.”
“Seilnai is your twin sister?” Alzahd asked in disbelief.
“Yes, only her real name is Jennifer. Her mind has been poisoned by Arnath. She doesn't remember her real self.”
Alzahd stroked the long, thin bead on his chin, seeming to consider his options. Mark stared back at him, showing no emotion.
“Release her,” Alzahd said. “Bind him and we'll take him to Arnath ourselves.”
“What about Captain Armadd?” one of the soldiers asked.
“I'm your Captain now,” he said, then nodded at Mark.
One of the soldiers hit Karis over the head, knocking her out cold, then dropped her to the ground. Then both soldiers dismounted from their horses and approached Mark. He stretched his arms out so they could see he wasn't hiding a weapon. Both soldiers each grabbed an arm, then twisting them behind his back, they tied them together with a thin but strong rope.
As they dragged Mark past Karis, unconscious, lying on the ground, he twisted his head around to get a look at her. Then the soldiers hit Mark over the head. His world went black once again.
“Check for any survivors!” a muffled voice shouted.
What's going on? She asked inside her head. She couldn't move, but she could hear voices all around her.
“They're all dead, sir!” came another voice. She knew that voice! Sasha? Was Arland and his Thirty here to save them?
Why can't I move?
She was suddenly aware of pain throughout her body. Her eyes popped open as she began screaming.
“Over here!” she heard Arland call out.
She knew her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything. The pain coursing throughout her body was blinding.
“Karis, I'm here. It's me, Arland.”
Vision slowly returned to her. Arland's form took shape, blurry at first but after blinking many times, she could see him clearly.
“Karis, what happened?” a female voice asked her. At her side knelt a beautiful young woman. Serina!
“Serina,” her scratchy voice said. She was suddenly aware of how parched her throat was.
“Water! Someone bring us some water!” Arland shouted.
“Karis, where are you hurt?” Serina asked.
She tried to think, but she wasn't able to capture a single thought.
“Okay, relax. It will all come back to you soon,” Serina said with a soothing voice.
Then Mark's voice rang through her head saying, “Wait! Take me.”
“Mark!” she said, sitting up, her head missing Serina's by an inch. Karis's head swam with dizziness and pounded with pain. She could feel her head beating in her brain.
“Karis, calm down. Tell me what happened,” Serina said, catching Karis as she started to fall back.
Serina helped her lie back down again.
“The last thing I remember was Mark trading himself for my release. Then I was knocked out.”
“What did he say to convince them to go through with this trade?”
“He told them about the prophecy. He said that Arnath wants to kill him to prevent it from coming true.”
Karis watched Serina as she looked at Arland. They'd said something in their exchange. Not with words, but knowing looks.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Nothing, it's just something Mark would do. He knew it was the only way to keep you safe. He figures he'll be able to find a way out on his own, or that we'll be able to come rescue him. But if he makes it back to the castle, there's no way we'll be able to get him out. The tunnel was sealed off. Only Seilnai can unseal it.”
“Then what are we going to do?” Karis asked, sitting up slowly.
“You, are going to rest until your strength returns. I will talk to Seth and see what he thinks. We'll make a decision from there.”
Serina and Arland then helped Karis to her feet, helping her walk closer to the camp. Everywhere she looked there was a dead Elf. What shocked her more was seeing Iriand lying amongst them.
“Iriand?” she said, feeling her heart break. “IRIAND!”
She pulled away from Arland and Serina, falling at Iriand's feet. Tears streaming down her face, she repeated his name over and over, crying heavier than she'd ever cried before.
“Who did this?” she asked after long minutes of crying.
“The Geoth,” Seth said standing behind her.
“They're in Eranithia?”
“Seilnai must have gone to the Blood Mountains after Trondil,” he said.
“So you're saying the Geoth could be close?” Arland asked looking around the woods.
“They're probably long gone by now. Their orders were probably to assist in taking back Fortuna.”
“Then we should go and help the reinforcements sent there,” Arland said, facing Seth.
Seth nodded saying, “I agree. Serina and I will take Karis back to Ashenland and care for her there. We'll contact you when we've come up with a plan.”
Arland nodded, then grasping Seth by the forearm, bowed then gathered his men and left for Fortuna.
“Come, Karis. Let's get you to Ashenland,” Serina said, helping her to her feet.
“What about them?” she asked about their fallen friends.
“They will receive the warrior's burial,” Seth said.
Then taking Serina's hand, the raised their faces to the sky, with eyes closed, and prayed aloud, “Sol, take your servants. Warriors for You. They gave their lives willingly. Accept them into Your Kingdom.”
A strong wind came from the West, circling around them. It was strong, but gentle. Not harsh like the winter wind. Karis watched as the spirits of the Elves were taken from their bodies. Iriand looked down at her with a smile.
“Iriand?” she said, looking up at him.
“Peace, Karis. I am going to be with Sol now. We will meet again one day.”
“I love you, Iriand.”
“And I you, Karis. Go and return with Seth and Serina to Ashenland. There Sol will lead you all.”
Then the spirits of the fallen vanished, leaving Seth, Serina and Karis alone. Waiting to meet them again one day.
Pacing before the fire, Mark noticed that he only had an hour left. Arland was still an hour away. If he can be patient, Arland would be there before the trade even happened. Thirty Elves and two Centaurs, plus he and his nine men should be enough to intimidate the Cathians. He prayed that Karis was okay. His mind kept jumping from worrying about her safety, to wishing she was back in camp with him just to be close to her, to hating the Cathians for taking her. It'd been a smart move on their part for taking a high ranking official in Seth's army, but a big mistake for making Mark angry. Not many were able to stand against Mark when he was angry.
Mark! Serina's voice broke through to his mind. He took a seat to calm himself before talking to Serina.
Hello, Serina.
Are you okay? I sensed something was wrong.
Where are you?
On our way to you. What's going on?
They have Karis.
Who has Karis?
The Cathians. We took their captain captive and sent him to Ashenland as a prisoner, but in retaliation, they attacked us while Trien and Bailey were taking Armadd to meet Serani and his troops. Serani sent Armadd with two of his own men to keep Trien and Bailey here. Iriand's dead.
What? Iriand?
Yes. They surprised us with bombs. They must have grenade type explosives.
Grenades?
They're a weapon from my world. A small explosive device you can carry on you. They're small but pack a big punch. These weren't as powerful, but they packed enough of a punch to knock me out. I was out for hours before Serani and his men arrived and woke me up. I was the only one still alive. They wanted me alive so they could make a trade for their captain.
You aren't going to make that trade are you?
Mark looked to his right as if he were looking away from Serina.
No, he lied.
Good, she said, but he could tell she didn't believe him. What are you planning?
Arland is on his way here with his thirty.
Seth and I are on our way as well. How many Cathians are left?
They had a hundred. I think we took them down to seventy five before they took Karis.
That's not too many. Should be easy enough to get Karis out of there.
I agree.
Seth and I will be there in a little more than an hour. We've been riding through the night.
Mark scrunched his forehead as he noticed something in Serina's mind. Damage. As if she'd run into a dark power.
Serina, what's happened to your mind? I see scarring.
She hesitated before answering, I'll be fine. Seth is working on healing me when we stop.
Did you run into Seilnai?
Another hesitation.
Yes.
What did she do?
She kicked me out when I saw a piece of light. Her mind is full of darkness, but there's a piece of light in her. I saw it. It's centered around a memory. I wasn't able to see that memory, however.
Mark stared at the small flames of the campfire. He had to find out what that memory was so he could bring Jennifer back to them.
Mark, don't worry about her right now. Your focus needs to be about the task at hand. How many do you have with you?
I have Trien and Bailey, plus seven others Serani left with me. They continued on to Fortuna to reinforce the city. Arnath is trying to take it back. We really injured him by convincing them to join us.
Good. So, when Seth and I arrive, combined with Arland, we should have forty-three?
Yes.
Perfect. We will see you soon, Mark.
I pray for safe traveling for you.
Mark broke the connection then stood up, looking around the camp. Looking at the sky he saw that he had less than an hour remaining.
Arland.
After a few seconds Arland responded.
Yes, Mark?
How much longer until you're here?
We ran into a little trouble with some bandits. Must be some of the people of Serpa trying to take advantage of the refugees trying to get to Ashenland. It set us back a half an hour. I'm sorry, Mark. You'll have to hold them off until we get there.
I only have forty-five minutes.
We're doing our best, Mark. Just do what you can until we get there. Remember to think with your head and not your heart this time. What would Karis do in this situation?
Mark sighed then said, Keep our men safe until the promised reinforcements arrived.
Exactly. Now don't go and do something rash.
I won't.
Good, I will see you soon, my friend.
Mark didn't respond before cutting off the connection. He needed to do something, so he walked towards the arranged meeting place. An open area between his camp and the Cathian camp. When he arrived to the designated place, he found three Cathians already waiting for him. They were early. Mark regretted leaving his sword behind. He connected to Trien.
Yes, sir?
I left my swords by the fire. Can you put them in a safe place? I don't want the Cathians getting their hands on them.
Where are you, sir?
I went to check out the designated meeting place to make sure they hadn't set up any traps. They're already here with Karis.
Wait and Bailey and I will be there to assist you.
Come if you must, but it's too late for me to wait. They've already seen me.
“You came alone,” the Commander Alzahd said. “You're either very brave, or very stupid.”
“I believe it takes a bit of stupidity to be brave,” Mark said. He looked at Karis. She was cut and bruised, a blindfold kept her from seeing him. There was no way he could assure her without words that he'd get her out of this.
The Cathian grunted a small laugh, “Too true.”
Alzahd studied Mark for a full minute. Marks anger boiled. He'd never regretted not having his swords with him. He knew if he'd brought them he'd be able to take down all three Cathians before they had a chance to fight back.
“Is something wrong?” Mark asked.
“You are stupid. You came unarmed.”
“I came unarmed as a sign of peace. I'm trusting you to hand Karis over peacefully.”
“You have nothing to trade for her. We demanded our Captain be returned to us, and you have not met that demand. So, I am forced to kill you both.”
One of the Cathian soldiers pulled out his sword, making a move for Karis, while another aimed a crossbow at Mark. Mark wasn't afraid of the bullet aimed at him. He knew he could catch it if he had to, but Karis couldn't see what was coming. He had to act fast.
“Wait!” he said suddenly.
Commander Alzahd held up his hand, saying, “Do you have our commander?
“No,” Mark said, but hesitated before finishing. “Take me instead.”
Mark saw Karis stir slightly. He didn't know what they'd done to her to make her so unresponsive, but he would find a way to deal with them himself.
Alzahd squinted at him, asking, “Why would I do that?”
“Because. Arnath wants me dead.”
“Of course he does. He wants all of his enemies killed.”
“No, but he wants to kill me himself.”
“And why is that?”
Mark took a deep breath. He was about to spill everything about himself. It could mean his death, but as long as Karis was safe, he didn't care about his own life.
“There's a prophecy, well many prophecies all about the same thing. Me and my sister. Twins brought by Sol from another world. We were given abilities to help put Seth and Serina on their thrones so they may rule Eranithia, as Sol wills it. Arnath doesn't want this prophecy to be fulfilled, so he's trying to kill my sister and I.
“He's already gotten to my sister and turned her to his side. You know her as Seilnai.”
“Seilnai is your twin sister?” Alzahd asked in disbelief.
“Yes, only her real name is Jennifer. Her mind has been poisoned by Arnath. She doesn't remember her real self.”
Alzahd stroked the long, thin bead on his chin, seeming to consider his options. Mark stared back at him, showing no emotion.
“Release her,” Alzahd said. “Bind him and we'll take him to Arnath ourselves.”
“What about Captain Armadd?” one of the soldiers asked.
“I'm your Captain now,” he said, then nodded at Mark.
One of the soldiers hit Karis over the head, knocking her out cold, then dropped her to the ground. Then both soldiers dismounted from their horses and approached Mark. He stretched his arms out so they could see he wasn't hiding a weapon. Both soldiers each grabbed an arm, then twisting them behind his back, they tied them together with a thin but strong rope.
As they dragged Mark past Karis, unconscious, lying on the ground, he twisted his head around to get a look at her. Then the soldiers hit Mark over the head. His world went black once again.
“Check for any survivors!” a muffled voice shouted.
What's going on? She asked inside her head. She couldn't move, but she could hear voices all around her.
“They're all dead, sir!” came another voice. She knew that voice! Sasha? Was Arland and his Thirty here to save them?
Why can't I move?
She was suddenly aware of pain throughout her body. Her eyes popped open as she began screaming.
“Over here!” she heard Arland call out.
She knew her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything. The pain coursing throughout her body was blinding.
“Karis, I'm here. It's me, Arland.”
Vision slowly returned to her. Arland's form took shape, blurry at first but after blinking many times, she could see him clearly.
“Karis, what happened?” a female voice asked her. At her side knelt a beautiful young woman. Serina!
“Serina,” her scratchy voice said. She was suddenly aware of how parched her throat was.
“Water! Someone bring us some water!” Arland shouted.
“Karis, where are you hurt?” Serina asked.
She tried to think, but she wasn't able to capture a single thought.
“Okay, relax. It will all come back to you soon,” Serina said with a soothing voice.
Then Mark's voice rang through her head saying, “Wait! Take me.”
“Mark!” she said, sitting up, her head missing Serina's by an inch. Karis's head swam with dizziness and pounded with pain. She could feel her head beating in her brain.
“Karis, calm down. Tell me what happened,” Serina said, catching Karis as she started to fall back.
Serina helped her lie back down again.
“The last thing I remember was Mark trading himself for my release. Then I was knocked out.”
“What did he say to convince them to go through with this trade?”
“He told them about the prophecy. He said that Arnath wants to kill him to prevent it from coming true.”
Karis watched Serina as she looked at Arland. They'd said something in their exchange. Not with words, but knowing looks.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Nothing, it's just something Mark would do. He knew it was the only way to keep you safe. He figures he'll be able to find a way out on his own, or that we'll be able to come rescue him. But if he makes it back to the castle, there's no way we'll be able to get him out. The tunnel was sealed off. Only Seilnai can unseal it.”
“Then what are we going to do?” Karis asked, sitting up slowly.
“You, are going to rest until your strength returns. I will talk to Seth and see what he thinks. We'll make a decision from there.”
Serina and Arland then helped Karis to her feet, helping her walk closer to the camp. Everywhere she looked there was a dead Elf. What shocked her more was seeing Iriand lying amongst them.
“Iriand?” she said, feeling her heart break. “IRIAND!”
She pulled away from Arland and Serina, falling at Iriand's feet. Tears streaming down her face, she repeated his name over and over, crying heavier than she'd ever cried before.
“Who did this?” she asked after long minutes of crying.
“The Geoth,” Seth said standing behind her.
“They're in Eranithia?”
“Seilnai must have gone to the Blood Mountains after Trondil,” he said.
“So you're saying the Geoth could be close?” Arland asked looking around the woods.
“They're probably long gone by now. Their orders were probably to assist in taking back Fortuna.”
“Then we should go and help the reinforcements sent there,” Arland said, facing Seth.
Seth nodded saying, “I agree. Serina and I will take Karis back to Ashenland and care for her there. We'll contact you when we've come up with a plan.”
Arland nodded, then grasping Seth by the forearm, bowed then gathered his men and left for Fortuna.
“Come, Karis. Let's get you to Ashenland,” Serina said, helping her to her feet.
“What about them?” she asked about their fallen friends.
“They will receive the warrior's burial,” Seth said.
Then taking Serina's hand, the raised their faces to the sky, with eyes closed, and prayed aloud, “Sol, take your servants. Warriors for You. They gave their lives willingly. Accept them into Your Kingdom.”
A strong wind came from the West, circling around them. It was strong, but gentle. Not harsh like the winter wind. Karis watched as the spirits of the Elves were taken from their bodies. Iriand looked down at her with a smile.
“Iriand?” she said, looking up at him.
“Peace, Karis. I am going to be with Sol now. We will meet again one day.”
“I love you, Iriand.”
“And I you, Karis. Go and return with Seth and Serina to Ashenland. There Sol will lead you all.”
Then the spirits of the fallen vanished, leaving Seth, Serina and Karis alone. Waiting to meet them again one day.
Eranithia: The Healing River: Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Serina's shivering caught Seth's attention. It wasn't any colder than it'd been when they'd entered Mandin's home a few hours ago. Putting his arm around her to keep her warm, he felt her trembling all over. Something was wrong. This wasn't shivering from the cold.
“What's wrong Serina?”
Resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him, she stared down at Trondil.
“Our people. They're scared. They're in pain.”
“We'll stop it.”
“They blame us.”
He looked down at the top of her head. It was the closest he could get to seeing her face.
“What? Why?”
“Because of our rebellion. They're grumbling against us, saying that things were better for them before we started to try and overthrow our uncle.”
“That's ridiculous.”
“Not completely. Before, all he took was their money. Now he's taking them captive. Making them slaves and forcing the men to become soldiers against their will.”
Seth knew all this, but what could he do? Things always got worse before they got better.
“I'm not saying we need to stop what we're doing. We're doing the right thing. It's what Sol wants us to do. My heart just breaks for our people.”
She gave him a tight squeeze before letting go and moving down the hill towards the town. He joined her where she stopped. They had a good view of the south entrance of Trondil. It was an open town, no walls enclosing it like Fortuna or Cathair Aureus. Just a couple years ago, Mark and Jennifer had entered the town through the same place Seth and Serina watched as Seilnai's troops began setting homes and vendor carts on fire.
Serina gasped.
“What is it?” Seth asked.
Pointing she said, “Some of her troops are our guard. Look!”
He saw two of their men dancing around, shirtless, waving burning branches and setting a building on fire.
“She's turned them already?”
“There have been rumors that she's found a way to speed up the turning process. It's almost immediate now,” Serina said, her voice shaky and hoarse.
“We have to stop them.”
“How? We don't have our guard, let alone any troops. She has hundreds down there that only she can control.”
“Well, we can't just sit and watch our people die.”
Families began to escape from the back of their homes, running into the woods for safety. Seth pointed, then he and Serina ran for the escaping citizens of Trondil. Mandin's servants followed close behind them.
It didn't take them long to find the people of Trondil gathering together. Following the sounds of crying children and mothers, and of angry men arguing over what to do led Seth and Serina right to them.
They were greeted by staring faces. The arguing stopped as everyone froze to watch the strangers enter their midst. A large, muscular man with a thick black beard and black, beady eyes stomped up to them.
“Who are you?” he asked with a deep voice sounding like a bear growling.
“My name is Seth, and this is my twin sister, Serina. We've come to help you.”
“Help us? You brought this on us!”
Seth heard Serina talking to the servants behind him. Then they walked past him, helping the injured people.
“I understand you think things were better before this so called rebellion-”
“They were!” Bear-man growled. “None of us were dying, were we?”
“Tell me,” Seth said loud enough for all of them to hear, “how many of you have lost family members to the service of Arnath?”
Some stared blankly at him, others with sadness.
“In the eleven years he's been in power, how many of them have come back...alive?”
He studied each face he could see in the darkness, waiting for their full attention.
“It's my opinion, if Arnath takes one of your own into slavery, that's a death sentence. You will never see them again until you meet them in Sol's land. I promise you, when Serina and I take our place as rulers of Eranithia, we will abolish slavery. The old ways will be brought back.”
“What makes you think you can over throw Arnath?” someone called from among the crowd.
“Together, Serina and I have a power that not even Arnath can defeat.”
“Prove it!” came another voice.
Seth stared at them for a few moments. Then without saying another word he walked straight for Trondil. Mouths dropped open as he walked alone.
He heard some shouting to stop him, he was crazy, what he was doing was suicide.
Stopping in his tracks, he spun towards them again saying, “If this is what it takes for you to believe me. If I have to give up my life so you will stand by my sister and take back Eranithia, then so be it.”
After one last look at them, he turned and walked away, facing whatever fate may be dealt to him.
He stepped out onto the main street of Trondil. Underworld soldiers running around everywhere, destroying whatever they put their hands on. Werewolves, vampires, imps and Forsaken. They were all there. Plus other creatures from Underworld. As he walked down the dirt road, beginning to stain with blood, the Underworld creatures stopped what they were doing and stared at him. Stopping dead in their tracks. The town grew silent as he walked further down the street. A family sneaked past the distracted creatures.
Seth barely glanced at the evil creatures surrounding him. He knew they were shocked at his boldness to enter the town as they destroyed it. Then he stopped in the one intersection where the east to west road met the north to south road.
Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted, “Seilnai! Show yourself!!”
The Underworld creatures began to close in on him, but they seemed to hit a wall. Pushing on the air as if there was a wall in front of him.
You're safe from them, brother. Serina said.
Thank you.
Do you know what you're doing?
I sure hope so.
Seth saw the crowd of Underworld troops stepping aside to let someone through. Then she was there. Her black hair and black lips standing out against her pale, white skin. Beautiful, but horrifying. Her outer beauty would seduce any man, allowing her to corrupt his mind, turning him into one of her foul beasts.
“Seth,” she said sweetly, with a thin smile. He heard Jennifer's voice, but it sounded older, darker. “What brings you here? Have you decided to accept the inevitable and join your uncle?”
“Not exactly, Seilnai.”
“You're not here to stop me?” she asked with a laugh, her smile widening.
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
She laughed loudly, then said, “You and what army? From what I've heard, you and your sister travel alone, with a small guard.”
Looking around as if she'd lost something, she asked, “Where is your guard?”
His blood boiled with anger, his face growing hotter by the second.
“You killed my guard just a few hours ago.”
“Oh yes, I did. But things aren't always what they seem.”
Seth looked to his side. There stood three men he recognized. Two were human, one was an Elf. However, they were no longer themselves. The humans had been turned to vampires. He could see their blood lust as their chests heaved with heavy breaths. Hungry for his blood. The Elf was barely recognizable. His skin turned gray, his eyes blackened, his hair turned to black, seaweed-like dreadlocks. He was now a Forsaken.
“You're evil.”
Seilnai shrugged her shoulders, saying, “In your eyes, maybe. I see it as power. There is no good or bad, only the strong and the weak.”
“You will learn a lesson soon, that the good are not the weak.”
“Oh, I know that already. There are always two sides of power. However, we're not too different. We both use our power for our own gain.”
“Don't you twist my motives,” he said threateningly.
“Hear me out, Seth. Don't you use your strength and other abilities to fight me and Arnath? So you and Serina can take your thrones? How is that any different than what Arnath and I are doing?”
“We don't kill people for our gain.”
“Ah, that's where you're mistaken. You kill my people and the Cathians all the time.”
“This is wartime, they're soldiers, not innocent bystanders. You kill the innocent and defenseless. I kill soldiers under your command. Serina and I use our Sol given gifts to fight those who stand against him, so that we may one day rule Eranithia, as is Sol's will, and look after His people.”
“Sol? You think this is Sol's will?”
“It's His will that I stand against you and my uncle. Do you realize that this army you have is a prophecy of Sol's?”
“Of course, I never denied Sol's existence. I know he's real.”
“Yet you stand against him anyway?”
“Who says I stand against him? Who's to say who is following Sol's will? Maybe he was tired of the way things were. Maybe he's put me in power to change things to make them the way he wants. Obedient servants instead of grumbling, whining, selfish people who grovel at his feet.”
Seth was stunned by her words. Did she truly believe she was doing Sol's will? There was no possible way this was Sol's will. What kind of twisted logic was used to deceive her?
A smile spread across her black lips, “Seth is silenced? The great servant of Sol? How can this be? Don't tell me you are beginning to see things my way.”
He glared at her with hatred. Then he noticed her flinch. He looked behind him to see Serina walking up. Something about Serina unnerved Seilnai.
“Jennifer, what are you doing? This isn't you,” Serina said, stopping next to Seth.
“Who is Jennifer?” Seilnai asked mockingly.
“You. You are Jennifer. Our friend and sister. You follow the true Sol. Turmna has poisoned your mind. The great snake. That evil dragon who has given power to Arnath to control your mind.”
“Arnath has no control over me. I do as I please.”
Taking two steps forward, Serina said, “I know this to not be true. I saw you, the real you, before Arnath turned you. He's poisoned your mind farther than he ever did with Broc. Do you remember Broc? The one who killed Engard, the dark sorcerer.”
“Engard was nothing. I am much stronger than he could ever be.”
Serina sighed, then said, “I know. I already see that. Engard never had the strength it takes to summon an army of Underworld creatures. You have found a way, and they listen to you.”
“I am their queen.”
“No, you're not. Do not take that role. There is no coming back from that place.”
Tipping her head forward slightly and smiling widely she said, “Jennifer is lost. Nothing can save her now.”
Seilnai reached her hand back then threw it forward. A black surge of energy burst from her extended hand, flying straight for Serina. Extending her own hand, Serina absorbed the energy, but didn't counter with her own attack. She staggered backward a step and fell. Seth caught her in his arms, keeping her standing.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“I'm fine. Just a little tired from taking that hit. I'll be fine though.”
Seth stared at Seilnai. No longer did he see Jennifer, but only the shell that once was her body. He believed Jennifer was gone forever. Never to be brought back.
“What are you doing? Get out of my head, Serina. You don't want to be in there.”
Seth shook his head, looking back and forth between the two.
“Get out of my head, Serina!” Seilnai screamed pressing the heals of her hands to her temples.
Serina collapsed further into Seth's arms. Seilnai glared at them, tears streaming down her face.
“Get out of here,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Okay, Jennifer, we're leaving,” Serina said. “Come, Seth. Let's go.”
Seth helped her walk through the crowd of Underworld creatures. None of them attacked. Whether because Seilnai ordered them back or because of Serina holding them back with her powers, he didn't know. Regardless, they made it back into the woods safely.
“Rose!” he called to the servant who helped them escape Mandin's house.
She came over and knelt at Serina's side as Seth lowered her to the ground. Serina sat, holding herself up with one arm.
“Get her some water.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Are you okay?” he asked Serina, ignoring the fact that Rose had called him “sir.”
“I'm fine. But you may want to address our people. They seem to be more receptive now.”
Looking over his shoulder, he saw them stirring and murmuring as they stole glances at him and Serina.
“I could care less right now. You are my concern.”
“No!” she scolded him. He heard their mother in her voice. “Rose is attending to me. Address our people. You won them over. What was the point of confronting Seilnai to win their hearts if you aren't going to address them now?”
Staring into her dark brown eyes, he found himself unable to argue. She was right. She was always right.
Sighing, he stood and turned towards the people of Trondil. They looked scared and unsure of what to do next. The men who'd banded together against him before were approaching him with hard faces. He readied himself to pull out his swords if he needed to.
“Sir,” Bear-man said. His face was stern, but his eyes showed he had a respectful fear for Seth. They weren't coming to attack him, but to seek him for orders.
“We apologize for the way we reacted to you earlier,” he said in his gruff voice. “We are your humble servants.”
Seth grinned and extended his hand. Bear-man grabbed him by the forearm. His hands nearly wrapped around Seth's entire forearm. Seth was impressed. There weren't many who could grasp so much of his arm. Mark could just barely get his hand halfway around Bear-man's forearm.
“What is your name?” Seth asked.
“My friends call me Bear.”
Seth chuckled, saying, “Bear it is. Bear, I have a job for you. I need you to lead these people to Kushen. It's too dangerous to cross Eranithia to Ashenland.”
Kneeling down in the dirt he drew a rough map of the Gar Mountains, “Head west until you reach the foot of the mountain. Take the road north towards the Blood Mountains. The road will end after it turns north. Stay along the tree line until you find the mouth of a cave with a river running north coming out of it. Follow that cave as far as you can. You will come to a chasm. When you find that chasm, look behind you and you will see the glow of a torch. Go to that torch and ask for it. Say exactly these words, 'May I have the torch to light the way for my friends?' When you have the torch, go back to the chasm and dip it into the basins. It will light the way to cross. You must return the torch before leading your people across the chasm.
“Now, there will only be one way to go when you cross. Follow the river until you come to the waterfall. There is a path you can take that follows the river the whole way. When you come to the waterfall, there is a bridge where you can cross the river. We built it a few months ago. It's safe and sturdy. Take the winding path up into Unterhumus. It will come out into a great hall. There you will meet Dwarfs who will take you to Kushen where you will be safe.”
He looked up at Bear, he looked lost and confused.
“Bear, can you do this?”
“There's a lot of directions there, friend.”
“It's okay, father. I remember it all,” a young man, not much older than Mark, said.
Seth looked up at him smiling, “Good. And what is your name?”
“Randall,” he said, gripping Seth's extended arm. He had a strong grip like his father. Both men had rough hands. Seth assumed they were smiths of some kind.
“It's good to meet you, Randall. Together, you should be able to lead these people to safety.”
“We will do our best,” Randall said.
Seth looked to Bear who smiled proudly at his son.
“He's always been the smart one. A great blacksmith as well.”
Randall smiled humbly, looking back at Seth.
“I will send word to the Dwarfs to meet you in Unterhumus. Have them send me word when you've arrived.”
“Where are you going?” Bear asked.
“Serina and I must continue on. We have one last city to try and persuade to join us.”
“Serpa?”
Seth nodded, “We know it won't be easy, but regardless of their past, they are strong and can be of great help to us in battle.”
Bear and Randall looked at each other then back at Seth.
“Are you sure they will even help? It's possible Arnath has already offered them more than you can offer.”
“It's possible, but we have to try.”
Seth extended his hand again and, grasping them by the forearm, shook their hands then sent them on their way. Then he returned to his sister.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, kneeling at her side.
“Much better, thank you.”
“Let's rest for a bit before moving on.”
“We're not going on to Serpa. Not yet.”
Her eyes seemed distant as Seth searched them.
“Why not?”
“Mark needs our help,” she said.
“What's happened?”
“I don't know, but we need to go to him first.”
“You need to rest first.”
“No, call the horses. We need to go as soon as possible. I'll rest as we ride.”
Seth looked at the servants who'd stayed behind, “Go with the others. You will be safe in Kushen.”
“No, we want to stay with you. We want to help you.”
Seth smiled warmly, saying, “You have helped us plenty. They will need you more. Help take care of the sick and injured, especially the children. If either of us is hurt, I have healing powers.”
Rose was clearly disappointed, half angry and half saddened.
“We will see you again when this is over,” Seth said. “I promise. There will be worse dangers where we're going than where you're going. The caves have been flushed of all Imps and other dangerous creatures. We made it safe travel for all.”
Rose looked at the others. They seemed to agree with Seth. They wanted to go to Kushen with the others.
“Fine. I will go.”
“Thank you, Rose. Your help has been much appreciated. Send word when you have all arrived in Kushen.”
She lifted her nose in the air and stormed away. Once they were on their way, Seth whistled for the horses. They only had to wait a few minutes before the white stallion and brown mare came running through the woods to them.
Seth then helped Serina to her feet and onto the brown mare.
“You set?”
She smiled and caressed his cheek.
“Thank you, brother.”
He smiled, then mounted the white stallion, leading them away from Trondil. The flames tore through the town, burning everything in its path. Nothing would be left standing when the fire's hunger was satisfied.
Serina's shivering caught Seth's attention. It wasn't any colder than it'd been when they'd entered Mandin's home a few hours ago. Putting his arm around her to keep her warm, he felt her trembling all over. Something was wrong. This wasn't shivering from the cold.
“What's wrong Serina?”
Resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him, she stared down at Trondil.
“Our people. They're scared. They're in pain.”
“We'll stop it.”
“They blame us.”
He looked down at the top of her head. It was the closest he could get to seeing her face.
“What? Why?”
“Because of our rebellion. They're grumbling against us, saying that things were better for them before we started to try and overthrow our uncle.”
“That's ridiculous.”
“Not completely. Before, all he took was their money. Now he's taking them captive. Making them slaves and forcing the men to become soldiers against their will.”
Seth knew all this, but what could he do? Things always got worse before they got better.
“I'm not saying we need to stop what we're doing. We're doing the right thing. It's what Sol wants us to do. My heart just breaks for our people.”
She gave him a tight squeeze before letting go and moving down the hill towards the town. He joined her where she stopped. They had a good view of the south entrance of Trondil. It was an open town, no walls enclosing it like Fortuna or Cathair Aureus. Just a couple years ago, Mark and Jennifer had entered the town through the same place Seth and Serina watched as Seilnai's troops began setting homes and vendor carts on fire.
Serina gasped.
“What is it?” Seth asked.
Pointing she said, “Some of her troops are our guard. Look!”
He saw two of their men dancing around, shirtless, waving burning branches and setting a building on fire.
“She's turned them already?”
“There have been rumors that she's found a way to speed up the turning process. It's almost immediate now,” Serina said, her voice shaky and hoarse.
“We have to stop them.”
“How? We don't have our guard, let alone any troops. She has hundreds down there that only she can control.”
“Well, we can't just sit and watch our people die.”
Families began to escape from the back of their homes, running into the woods for safety. Seth pointed, then he and Serina ran for the escaping citizens of Trondil. Mandin's servants followed close behind them.
It didn't take them long to find the people of Trondil gathering together. Following the sounds of crying children and mothers, and of angry men arguing over what to do led Seth and Serina right to them.
They were greeted by staring faces. The arguing stopped as everyone froze to watch the strangers enter their midst. A large, muscular man with a thick black beard and black, beady eyes stomped up to them.
“Who are you?” he asked with a deep voice sounding like a bear growling.
“My name is Seth, and this is my twin sister, Serina. We've come to help you.”
“Help us? You brought this on us!”
Seth heard Serina talking to the servants behind him. Then they walked past him, helping the injured people.
“I understand you think things were better before this so called rebellion-”
“They were!” Bear-man growled. “None of us were dying, were we?”
“Tell me,” Seth said loud enough for all of them to hear, “how many of you have lost family members to the service of Arnath?”
Some stared blankly at him, others with sadness.
“In the eleven years he's been in power, how many of them have come back...alive?”
He studied each face he could see in the darkness, waiting for their full attention.
“It's my opinion, if Arnath takes one of your own into slavery, that's a death sentence. You will never see them again until you meet them in Sol's land. I promise you, when Serina and I take our place as rulers of Eranithia, we will abolish slavery. The old ways will be brought back.”
“What makes you think you can over throw Arnath?” someone called from among the crowd.
“Together, Serina and I have a power that not even Arnath can defeat.”
“Prove it!” came another voice.
Seth stared at them for a few moments. Then without saying another word he walked straight for Trondil. Mouths dropped open as he walked alone.
He heard some shouting to stop him, he was crazy, what he was doing was suicide.
Stopping in his tracks, he spun towards them again saying, “If this is what it takes for you to believe me. If I have to give up my life so you will stand by my sister and take back Eranithia, then so be it.”
After one last look at them, he turned and walked away, facing whatever fate may be dealt to him.
He stepped out onto the main street of Trondil. Underworld soldiers running around everywhere, destroying whatever they put their hands on. Werewolves, vampires, imps and Forsaken. They were all there. Plus other creatures from Underworld. As he walked down the dirt road, beginning to stain with blood, the Underworld creatures stopped what they were doing and stared at him. Stopping dead in their tracks. The town grew silent as he walked further down the street. A family sneaked past the distracted creatures.
Seth barely glanced at the evil creatures surrounding him. He knew they were shocked at his boldness to enter the town as they destroyed it. Then he stopped in the one intersection where the east to west road met the north to south road.
Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted, “Seilnai! Show yourself!!”
The Underworld creatures began to close in on him, but they seemed to hit a wall. Pushing on the air as if there was a wall in front of him.
You're safe from them, brother. Serina said.
Thank you.
Do you know what you're doing?
I sure hope so.
Seth saw the crowd of Underworld troops stepping aside to let someone through. Then she was there. Her black hair and black lips standing out against her pale, white skin. Beautiful, but horrifying. Her outer beauty would seduce any man, allowing her to corrupt his mind, turning him into one of her foul beasts.
“Seth,” she said sweetly, with a thin smile. He heard Jennifer's voice, but it sounded older, darker. “What brings you here? Have you decided to accept the inevitable and join your uncle?”
“Not exactly, Seilnai.”
“You're not here to stop me?” she asked with a laugh, her smile widening.
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
She laughed loudly, then said, “You and what army? From what I've heard, you and your sister travel alone, with a small guard.”
Looking around as if she'd lost something, she asked, “Where is your guard?”
His blood boiled with anger, his face growing hotter by the second.
“You killed my guard just a few hours ago.”
“Oh yes, I did. But things aren't always what they seem.”
Seth looked to his side. There stood three men he recognized. Two were human, one was an Elf. However, they were no longer themselves. The humans had been turned to vampires. He could see their blood lust as their chests heaved with heavy breaths. Hungry for his blood. The Elf was barely recognizable. His skin turned gray, his eyes blackened, his hair turned to black, seaweed-like dreadlocks. He was now a Forsaken.
“You're evil.”
Seilnai shrugged her shoulders, saying, “In your eyes, maybe. I see it as power. There is no good or bad, only the strong and the weak.”
“You will learn a lesson soon, that the good are not the weak.”
“Oh, I know that already. There are always two sides of power. However, we're not too different. We both use our power for our own gain.”
“Don't you twist my motives,” he said threateningly.
“Hear me out, Seth. Don't you use your strength and other abilities to fight me and Arnath? So you and Serina can take your thrones? How is that any different than what Arnath and I are doing?”
“We don't kill people for our gain.”
“Ah, that's where you're mistaken. You kill my people and the Cathians all the time.”
“This is wartime, they're soldiers, not innocent bystanders. You kill the innocent and defenseless. I kill soldiers under your command. Serina and I use our Sol given gifts to fight those who stand against him, so that we may one day rule Eranithia, as is Sol's will, and look after His people.”
“Sol? You think this is Sol's will?”
“It's His will that I stand against you and my uncle. Do you realize that this army you have is a prophecy of Sol's?”
“Of course, I never denied Sol's existence. I know he's real.”
“Yet you stand against him anyway?”
“Who says I stand against him? Who's to say who is following Sol's will? Maybe he was tired of the way things were. Maybe he's put me in power to change things to make them the way he wants. Obedient servants instead of grumbling, whining, selfish people who grovel at his feet.”
Seth was stunned by her words. Did she truly believe she was doing Sol's will? There was no possible way this was Sol's will. What kind of twisted logic was used to deceive her?
A smile spread across her black lips, “Seth is silenced? The great servant of Sol? How can this be? Don't tell me you are beginning to see things my way.”
He glared at her with hatred. Then he noticed her flinch. He looked behind him to see Serina walking up. Something about Serina unnerved Seilnai.
“Jennifer, what are you doing? This isn't you,” Serina said, stopping next to Seth.
“Who is Jennifer?” Seilnai asked mockingly.
“You. You are Jennifer. Our friend and sister. You follow the true Sol. Turmna has poisoned your mind. The great snake. That evil dragon who has given power to Arnath to control your mind.”
“Arnath has no control over me. I do as I please.”
Taking two steps forward, Serina said, “I know this to not be true. I saw you, the real you, before Arnath turned you. He's poisoned your mind farther than he ever did with Broc. Do you remember Broc? The one who killed Engard, the dark sorcerer.”
“Engard was nothing. I am much stronger than he could ever be.”
Serina sighed, then said, “I know. I already see that. Engard never had the strength it takes to summon an army of Underworld creatures. You have found a way, and they listen to you.”
“I am their queen.”
“No, you're not. Do not take that role. There is no coming back from that place.”
Tipping her head forward slightly and smiling widely she said, “Jennifer is lost. Nothing can save her now.”
Seilnai reached her hand back then threw it forward. A black surge of energy burst from her extended hand, flying straight for Serina. Extending her own hand, Serina absorbed the energy, but didn't counter with her own attack. She staggered backward a step and fell. Seth caught her in his arms, keeping her standing.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“I'm fine. Just a little tired from taking that hit. I'll be fine though.”
Seth stared at Seilnai. No longer did he see Jennifer, but only the shell that once was her body. He believed Jennifer was gone forever. Never to be brought back.
“What are you doing? Get out of my head, Serina. You don't want to be in there.”
Seth shook his head, looking back and forth between the two.
“Get out of my head, Serina!” Seilnai screamed pressing the heals of her hands to her temples.
Serina collapsed further into Seth's arms. Seilnai glared at them, tears streaming down her face.
“Get out of here,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Okay, Jennifer, we're leaving,” Serina said. “Come, Seth. Let's go.”
Seth helped her walk through the crowd of Underworld creatures. None of them attacked. Whether because Seilnai ordered them back or because of Serina holding them back with her powers, he didn't know. Regardless, they made it back into the woods safely.
“Rose!” he called to the servant who helped them escape Mandin's house.
She came over and knelt at Serina's side as Seth lowered her to the ground. Serina sat, holding herself up with one arm.
“Get her some water.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Are you okay?” he asked Serina, ignoring the fact that Rose had called him “sir.”
“I'm fine. But you may want to address our people. They seem to be more receptive now.”
Looking over his shoulder, he saw them stirring and murmuring as they stole glances at him and Serina.
“I could care less right now. You are my concern.”
“No!” she scolded him. He heard their mother in her voice. “Rose is attending to me. Address our people. You won them over. What was the point of confronting Seilnai to win their hearts if you aren't going to address them now?”
Staring into her dark brown eyes, he found himself unable to argue. She was right. She was always right.
Sighing, he stood and turned towards the people of Trondil. They looked scared and unsure of what to do next. The men who'd banded together against him before were approaching him with hard faces. He readied himself to pull out his swords if he needed to.
“Sir,” Bear-man said. His face was stern, but his eyes showed he had a respectful fear for Seth. They weren't coming to attack him, but to seek him for orders.
“We apologize for the way we reacted to you earlier,” he said in his gruff voice. “We are your humble servants.”
Seth grinned and extended his hand. Bear-man grabbed him by the forearm. His hands nearly wrapped around Seth's entire forearm. Seth was impressed. There weren't many who could grasp so much of his arm. Mark could just barely get his hand halfway around Bear-man's forearm.
“What is your name?” Seth asked.
“My friends call me Bear.”
Seth chuckled, saying, “Bear it is. Bear, I have a job for you. I need you to lead these people to Kushen. It's too dangerous to cross Eranithia to Ashenland.”
Kneeling down in the dirt he drew a rough map of the Gar Mountains, “Head west until you reach the foot of the mountain. Take the road north towards the Blood Mountains. The road will end after it turns north. Stay along the tree line until you find the mouth of a cave with a river running north coming out of it. Follow that cave as far as you can. You will come to a chasm. When you find that chasm, look behind you and you will see the glow of a torch. Go to that torch and ask for it. Say exactly these words, 'May I have the torch to light the way for my friends?' When you have the torch, go back to the chasm and dip it into the basins. It will light the way to cross. You must return the torch before leading your people across the chasm.
“Now, there will only be one way to go when you cross. Follow the river until you come to the waterfall. There is a path you can take that follows the river the whole way. When you come to the waterfall, there is a bridge where you can cross the river. We built it a few months ago. It's safe and sturdy. Take the winding path up into Unterhumus. It will come out into a great hall. There you will meet Dwarfs who will take you to Kushen where you will be safe.”
He looked up at Bear, he looked lost and confused.
“Bear, can you do this?”
“There's a lot of directions there, friend.”
“It's okay, father. I remember it all,” a young man, not much older than Mark, said.
Seth looked up at him smiling, “Good. And what is your name?”
“Randall,” he said, gripping Seth's extended arm. He had a strong grip like his father. Both men had rough hands. Seth assumed they were smiths of some kind.
“It's good to meet you, Randall. Together, you should be able to lead these people to safety.”
“We will do our best,” Randall said.
Seth looked to Bear who smiled proudly at his son.
“He's always been the smart one. A great blacksmith as well.”
Randall smiled humbly, looking back at Seth.
“I will send word to the Dwarfs to meet you in Unterhumus. Have them send me word when you've arrived.”
“Where are you going?” Bear asked.
“Serina and I must continue on. We have one last city to try and persuade to join us.”
“Serpa?”
Seth nodded, “We know it won't be easy, but regardless of their past, they are strong and can be of great help to us in battle.”
Bear and Randall looked at each other then back at Seth.
“Are you sure they will even help? It's possible Arnath has already offered them more than you can offer.”
“It's possible, but we have to try.”
Seth extended his hand again and, grasping them by the forearm, shook their hands then sent them on their way. Then he returned to his sister.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, kneeling at her side.
“Much better, thank you.”
“Let's rest for a bit before moving on.”
“We're not going on to Serpa. Not yet.”
Her eyes seemed distant as Seth searched them.
“Why not?”
“Mark needs our help,” she said.
“What's happened?”
“I don't know, but we need to go to him first.”
“You need to rest first.”
“No, call the horses. We need to go as soon as possible. I'll rest as we ride.”
Seth looked at the servants who'd stayed behind, “Go with the others. You will be safe in Kushen.”
“No, we want to stay with you. We want to help you.”
Seth smiled warmly, saying, “You have helped us plenty. They will need you more. Help take care of the sick and injured, especially the children. If either of us is hurt, I have healing powers.”
Rose was clearly disappointed, half angry and half saddened.
“We will see you again when this is over,” Seth said. “I promise. There will be worse dangers where we're going than where you're going. The caves have been flushed of all Imps and other dangerous creatures. We made it safe travel for all.”
Rose looked at the others. They seemed to agree with Seth. They wanted to go to Kushen with the others.
“Fine. I will go.”
“Thank you, Rose. Your help has been much appreciated. Send word when you have all arrived in Kushen.”
She lifted her nose in the air and stormed away. Once they were on their way, Seth whistled for the horses. They only had to wait a few minutes before the white stallion and brown mare came running through the woods to them.
Seth then helped Serina to her feet and onto the brown mare.
“You set?”
She smiled and caressed his cheek.
“Thank you, brother.”
He smiled, then mounted the white stallion, leading them away from Trondil. The flames tore through the town, burning everything in its path. Nothing would be left standing when the fire's hunger was satisfied.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Cannibal Christians
What is your reaction when you see someone hurt or sick? Is it sympathy? Are you heartbroken? Or do you have a sudden desire to pounce; to really let them have it? They shouldn't have let themselves get hurt, right? They should have taken absolutely every precaution to keep themselves healthy, huh?
Even the most careful people get hurt, they still get sick. Yet, is it humane to make them feel worse? To make them feel like less of a person because they happen to get sick or hurt? What has happened to Christ's church that some of us do just that, only it's spiritual rather than physical. There are Christians out there, many of them in fact, that attack the wounded; maim the sick; and kick the sick when they are down.
Let's look at this in a different sort of light. While reading this, just replace the word "sick" with "sin". I think you'll get the picture; it's pretty self-explanatory.
Once there were two people who didn't know each other, but both came down with the same kind of cold. The first of the two really didn't want to see a doctor and tried to heal themselves on their own. They knew a doctor would be able to cure them and all they could do for themselves was mask the symptoms.
Well, one day this person was visited by a friend who just happened to have the urge to see them. When this friend arrived, they couldn't help but notice that their friend was ill. They asked their friend if they were okay and they say no, and that they have been fighting a cold that just wouldn't go away. Well, this friend urges their sick friend to see a doctor, because all they care about is their wellbeing. The sick friend says they can't afford the appointment or the medication the doctor might prescribe. The friend offers to help in any way they can, they don't care what it costs, they just want their friend to be healthy. Finally, they give in and, in time, their illness is gone.
What a great testimony of God's love. Let's see what happens with sick person #2...
The second sick person also avoids going to the doctor due to financial issues. They resolve themselves to home remedies that don't work for long. This person is also visited by a friend, but this friend didn't have an urge of concern. They had been watching their friend from a distance for a few days and noticed that their friend had been missing work due to illness. This just wasn't acceptable. They needed to get better so they could work and pay bills. Bills just couldn't go unpaid; it was totally unheard of!
This so-called friend bangs on the door until they are let in. Once they have forced themselves in, pretty much uninvited, they immediately go on a tirade of how irresponsible they are and that they can't believe they let themselves get sick.
The sick one tries to defend themselves but the finger-pointing one continues on their list of things that must be done to rectify the situation, saying, "You better see a doctor! It's what I do every time I even think I'm getting sick. How did you get sick anyway? What were you doing to cause this? How could you have done this to yourself? Well, you'd better get yourself to a doctor or you'll never get better! It shouldn't matter how much it costs! And since you obviously brought this on yourself, I'm keeping away from you until you're better. I can't associate with you because you might get me sick too. Good luck with the doctor. I'll pray for you."
Have you picked your chin up off the floor from astonishment yet? How rude of a so-called friend, huh? Could you imagine someone telling you to do things a certain way or you won't get better? How about if you really were wrapped up in sin that has gotten out of control. You know you need Jesus but you're afraid of the cost and afraid to face it alone. Aren't other believers supposed to be there to help you get out of those things? Which friend would you rather confront you? The one who helped carry the burden or the one who told you what to do and expected you to do it with no help at all? Let's look at another situation. This one I will put into more of a dialogue between two characters.
James and Conner are hanging out like always, playing a game, watching TV, listening to music...Whatever it might be. Well, James remembers a time he was sick.
James says, "Man, one time I got so sick, I sneezed in the middle of class, blowing snot everywhere! I thought it was funny at the time, but I felt really bad when I realized it got in the hair of the girl in front of me. I learned to cover my mouth after that."
Conner looks at him with disgust and says, "I can't believe you said that. How could you say you sneezed all over someone?"
James is confused and reminds him, "I said it was in the past, what's the problem?"
"A healthy person shouldn't say things like that. You need to take it back and never talk like that again."
"I didn't say anything wrong. There's nothing to take back."
"You should probably question your health."
Okay, what's wrong with this picture? Think of it in the context of someone who just shared their testimony with someone they considered a good friend. James shared something from his past and how he had learned from it, but because the event was so offensive to Conner, Conner missed the point of the story. He ignored the lesson learned and only saw the "sin" in it. How can there be a personal salvation story without sin to be saved from?
Talking about past sins is not a sin, no matter how detailed and accurate you get. If anything it is a confession of something and that should be commended not condemned. We should all be striving to be like the friend in the first situation. The one who chose to love their friend and do what they could to help. Let's stay away from focusing so much on someone's sins and lead by example and in love. At very least, love people, don't attack them when they're down. When someone is in sin, it is then they need love the most. Don't kill the wounded. Be Christ to others, not a cannibal seeking flesh to devour. We already have Satan for that.
Even the most careful people get hurt, they still get sick. Yet, is it humane to make them feel worse? To make them feel like less of a person because they happen to get sick or hurt? What has happened to Christ's church that some of us do just that, only it's spiritual rather than physical. There are Christians out there, many of them in fact, that attack the wounded; maim the sick; and kick the sick when they are down.
Let's look at this in a different sort of light. While reading this, just replace the word "sick" with "sin". I think you'll get the picture; it's pretty self-explanatory.
Once there were two people who didn't know each other, but both came down with the same kind of cold. The first of the two really didn't want to see a doctor and tried to heal themselves on their own. They knew a doctor would be able to cure them and all they could do for themselves was mask the symptoms.
Well, one day this person was visited by a friend who just happened to have the urge to see them. When this friend arrived, they couldn't help but notice that their friend was ill. They asked their friend if they were okay and they say no, and that they have been fighting a cold that just wouldn't go away. Well, this friend urges their sick friend to see a doctor, because all they care about is their wellbeing. The sick friend says they can't afford the appointment or the medication the doctor might prescribe. The friend offers to help in any way they can, they don't care what it costs, they just want their friend to be healthy. Finally, they give in and, in time, their illness is gone.
What a great testimony of God's love. Let's see what happens with sick person #2...
The second sick person also avoids going to the doctor due to financial issues. They resolve themselves to home remedies that don't work for long. This person is also visited by a friend, but this friend didn't have an urge of concern. They had been watching their friend from a distance for a few days and noticed that their friend had been missing work due to illness. This just wasn't acceptable. They needed to get better so they could work and pay bills. Bills just couldn't go unpaid; it was totally unheard of!
This so-called friend bangs on the door until they are let in. Once they have forced themselves in, pretty much uninvited, they immediately go on a tirade of how irresponsible they are and that they can't believe they let themselves get sick.
The sick one tries to defend themselves but the finger-pointing one continues on their list of things that must be done to rectify the situation, saying, "You better see a doctor! It's what I do every time I even think I'm getting sick. How did you get sick anyway? What were you doing to cause this? How could you have done this to yourself? Well, you'd better get yourself to a doctor or you'll never get better! It shouldn't matter how much it costs! And since you obviously brought this on yourself, I'm keeping away from you until you're better. I can't associate with you because you might get me sick too. Good luck with the doctor. I'll pray for you."
Have you picked your chin up off the floor from astonishment yet? How rude of a so-called friend, huh? Could you imagine someone telling you to do things a certain way or you won't get better? How about if you really were wrapped up in sin that has gotten out of control. You know you need Jesus but you're afraid of the cost and afraid to face it alone. Aren't other believers supposed to be there to help you get out of those things? Which friend would you rather confront you? The one who helped carry the burden or the one who told you what to do and expected you to do it with no help at all? Let's look at another situation. This one I will put into more of a dialogue between two characters.
James and Conner are hanging out like always, playing a game, watching TV, listening to music...Whatever it might be. Well, James remembers a time he was sick.
James says, "Man, one time I got so sick, I sneezed in the middle of class, blowing snot everywhere! I thought it was funny at the time, but I felt really bad when I realized it got in the hair of the girl in front of me. I learned to cover my mouth after that."
Conner looks at him with disgust and says, "I can't believe you said that. How could you say you sneezed all over someone?"
James is confused and reminds him, "I said it was in the past, what's the problem?"
"A healthy person shouldn't say things like that. You need to take it back and never talk like that again."
"I didn't say anything wrong. There's nothing to take back."
"You should probably question your health."
Okay, what's wrong with this picture? Think of it in the context of someone who just shared their testimony with someone they considered a good friend. James shared something from his past and how he had learned from it, but because the event was so offensive to Conner, Conner missed the point of the story. He ignored the lesson learned and only saw the "sin" in it. How can there be a personal salvation story without sin to be saved from?
Talking about past sins is not a sin, no matter how detailed and accurate you get. If anything it is a confession of something and that should be commended not condemned. We should all be striving to be like the friend in the first situation. The one who chose to love their friend and do what they could to help. Let's stay away from focusing so much on someone's sins and lead by example and in love. At very least, love people, don't attack them when they're down. When someone is in sin, it is then they need love the most. Don't kill the wounded. Be Christ to others, not a cannibal seeking flesh to devour. We already have Satan for that.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Eranithia: The Healing River: Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Racing through the forest, the trees were a blur. The Kushen border wasn't far from him, but he was leading Arnath's troops away from there; leading them to his regiment of thirty Elves waiting patiently for him to return.
He glanced back at his pursuers. All fifty soldiers on horseback. He'd cut down their commander, which caused the pursuit. The tall, redheaded Elf weaved his way through the trees. Arland allowed the soldiers to catch glimpses of him so they knew where he was going. They were completely unaware of the fact he was leading them into a trap.
Something caught Arland's eye to his right. A small pack of Centaurs were rushing through the woods as well. Grinning even more, he picked up his pace. The Centaurs had gotten his message. This was going to be perfect.
He was less than a mile from his troop, where they waited in the trees. All on foot. The Elves found it unnecessary for them to travel on horseback since they could outrun any common horse without tiring.
He reached out with his mind, searching for his second.
I'm here, Sasha's voice came.
Good, do you see me yet?
No.
Arland waited a few seconds before asking again.
Wait, I just saw you. Where are they?
Not far. Maybe a quarter of a mile.
Ah, there they are. They seemed to have picked up the pace. Or are you just getting old?
Ha! You know elves don't age.
Well, then what is your excuse, Arland?
You'll pay for that one, Sasha.
Arland saw his troops waiting for him. Slowing down before running into them, he slipped in amongst them, found Sasha then slipped to the front of his men.
“Wait for my command!” Arland shouted above the thundering sound of the horses running towards them. “Watch for the Centaurs to the South! They are here to help us!”
“More like us helping them,” Sasha said.
Arland grinned as he raised his sword into the air. Then, shouting loudly, he pointed his sword towards the oncoming soldiers. The rest did the same as they ran together towards Arnath's men.
They rode roughly ten across and five deep. Fifty was nothing against Arland's Thirty, as they were nicknamed. Arland waited until the right time, then jumping in the air, he flipped over until his feet were pointed at the sky. Then as he arched over the first line of men, he cut off the head of the soldier he jumped over. Then, as he landed on the horse of the next soldier, he ran a dagger through the soldier's throat, throwing him to the ground to be trampled by more horses.
Looking around quickly, he saw his men repeating the same maneuver. It was like watching acrobats in a circus, only instead of wowing a crowd, they were decapitating their enemy. Arland stood on the back of the horse he'd landed on then dove for the next soldier behind his temporary steed. Lopping off the soldier's head, he bounced off of the rear of the horse, flipping again to decapitate the next soldier. This one was ready, though. He blocked Arland's sword.
Arland landed backwards on the soldier's horse, stabbing behind him into the soldier's torso before he had a chance to turn around and attack. Then, quickly climbing to his feet, he repeated his same attack until he reached the back of the pack. When he landed on the ground, finally, he looked back to see his men, now joined by the five Centaurs, finishing off Arnath's men.
Before he started to return to his men, he sensed someone trying to enter his mind. The voice he heard was familiar. It was Trien.
Go ahead Trien, what is it? Arland asked concerned. Mark or his men would only be contacting him if something had gone wrong.
Karis has been taken by a regiment of Cathians in exchange for the return of their Captain. We took the captain prisoner last night and sent him with two of Serani's men to Ashenland. But now Mark is planning a rescue attempt to retrieve Karis.
Connect me to Mark, now! Arland said with urgency.
He waited a few seconds until Mark finally spoke to him.
Arland, we need your help. Mark pleaded.
Where are you?
Two hours west of the Aontacht Forest, close to the center of Eranithia. Serani's men are on their way to Fortuna to help fortify the city. Arnath and the Cathians are going to attempt to take the city back.
Arland was torn now between duties. One to protect Eranithia, the other to rescue his friend.
Will you help us? Mark asked desperately. I need you with me. There are just under a hundred men, and although Serani's men are strong, they're not the team I had before. Trien and Bailey are the only ones left.
Iriand is dead? Arland asked, pain in his voice. He heard the pain in Mark's voice as he answered.
Yes.
Arland sighed heavily, then said, We will be there in three hours. Possibly with some Centaurs as well.
Thank you, Arland. We will wait for you before we do anything.
You better, Arland said, then broke the connection between them.
He took three steps before falling to his knees as emotion overtook him. Iriand was so young, and had become a very close friend. More than a friend. He'd become like a son to Arland. From the first day Iriand had joined the Elf army, Arland had looked after him. He'd pushed Iriand harder than anyone as well, knowing he could take it. It'd been Arland who'd recommended Iriand for Mark's Special Ops Team. He'd been a part of Arland's Thirty until then.
Now he was gone. The youngest Elf in their army was dead. Killed by Cathians. A new fire ignited inside of Arland. He looked at his men a hundred yards away. With fire in his eyes, fists clenched, jaw set tight, he crossed the distance to this men. They surrounded him, seeing the fire in his eyes. Most of them had the same fire in their eyes without knowing the situation.
“What are our orders, sir?” Sasha asked.
Looking at Sasha, Arland saw the blood still splattered on his face. He was glad to have Sasha as his second.
“Iriand, along with five of Mark's men have fallen by the hands of the Cathians, in an attempt to rescue their Captain. They have also taken Karis captive to use in trade for their Captain. Mark needs our help.”
The angered looks on their faces told him they were ready to fight again. Some of their own had fallen. It was time for justice.
Arland turned to the Centaurs, “If you wish to help us, you are most welcome. However, if you wish to stay with your people and defend your borders, we understand.”
A chestnut Centaur and a black Centaur stepped forward.
“Hiln and I will assist you. Mark is a good friend of ours.” Then he turned to the other Centaurs saying, “If you wish to join us, you may. If not, go back and defend out people.”
A brown and white palomino Centaur spoke up saying, “We wish you the best, sirs. But we must stay and help our people. They need as much help as can be offered.”
Gaith and Hiln bowed to them, the other three returned the bows then hurried back to their own border.
“We welcome you, Gaith and Hiln,” Arland said bowing to them, then he turned to his men and said, “Let's go.”
Racing through the forest, the trees were a blur. The Kushen border wasn't far from him, but he was leading Arnath's troops away from there; leading them to his regiment of thirty Elves waiting patiently for him to return.
He glanced back at his pursuers. All fifty soldiers on horseback. He'd cut down their commander, which caused the pursuit. The tall, redheaded Elf weaved his way through the trees. Arland allowed the soldiers to catch glimpses of him so they knew where he was going. They were completely unaware of the fact he was leading them into a trap.
Something caught Arland's eye to his right. A small pack of Centaurs were rushing through the woods as well. Grinning even more, he picked up his pace. The Centaurs had gotten his message. This was going to be perfect.
He was less than a mile from his troop, where they waited in the trees. All on foot. The Elves found it unnecessary for them to travel on horseback since they could outrun any common horse without tiring.
He reached out with his mind, searching for his second.
I'm here, Sasha's voice came.
Good, do you see me yet?
No.
Arland waited a few seconds before asking again.
Wait, I just saw you. Where are they?
Not far. Maybe a quarter of a mile.
Ah, there they are. They seemed to have picked up the pace. Or are you just getting old?
Ha! You know elves don't age.
Well, then what is your excuse, Arland?
You'll pay for that one, Sasha.
Arland saw his troops waiting for him. Slowing down before running into them, he slipped in amongst them, found Sasha then slipped to the front of his men.
“Wait for my command!” Arland shouted above the thundering sound of the horses running towards them. “Watch for the Centaurs to the South! They are here to help us!”
“More like us helping them,” Sasha said.
Arland grinned as he raised his sword into the air. Then, shouting loudly, he pointed his sword towards the oncoming soldiers. The rest did the same as they ran together towards Arnath's men.
They rode roughly ten across and five deep. Fifty was nothing against Arland's Thirty, as they were nicknamed. Arland waited until the right time, then jumping in the air, he flipped over until his feet were pointed at the sky. Then as he arched over the first line of men, he cut off the head of the soldier he jumped over. Then, as he landed on the horse of the next soldier, he ran a dagger through the soldier's throat, throwing him to the ground to be trampled by more horses.
Looking around quickly, he saw his men repeating the same maneuver. It was like watching acrobats in a circus, only instead of wowing a crowd, they were decapitating their enemy. Arland stood on the back of the horse he'd landed on then dove for the next soldier behind his temporary steed. Lopping off the soldier's head, he bounced off of the rear of the horse, flipping again to decapitate the next soldier. This one was ready, though. He blocked Arland's sword.
Arland landed backwards on the soldier's horse, stabbing behind him into the soldier's torso before he had a chance to turn around and attack. Then, quickly climbing to his feet, he repeated his same attack until he reached the back of the pack. When he landed on the ground, finally, he looked back to see his men, now joined by the five Centaurs, finishing off Arnath's men.
Before he started to return to his men, he sensed someone trying to enter his mind. The voice he heard was familiar. It was Trien.
Go ahead Trien, what is it? Arland asked concerned. Mark or his men would only be contacting him if something had gone wrong.
Karis has been taken by a regiment of Cathians in exchange for the return of their Captain. We took the captain prisoner last night and sent him with two of Serani's men to Ashenland. But now Mark is planning a rescue attempt to retrieve Karis.
Connect me to Mark, now! Arland said with urgency.
He waited a few seconds until Mark finally spoke to him.
Arland, we need your help. Mark pleaded.
Where are you?
Two hours west of the Aontacht Forest, close to the center of Eranithia. Serani's men are on their way to Fortuna to help fortify the city. Arnath and the Cathians are going to attempt to take the city back.
Arland was torn now between duties. One to protect Eranithia, the other to rescue his friend.
Will you help us? Mark asked desperately. I need you with me. There are just under a hundred men, and although Serani's men are strong, they're not the team I had before. Trien and Bailey are the only ones left.
Iriand is dead? Arland asked, pain in his voice. He heard the pain in Mark's voice as he answered.
Yes.
Arland sighed heavily, then said, We will be there in three hours. Possibly with some Centaurs as well.
Thank you, Arland. We will wait for you before we do anything.
You better, Arland said, then broke the connection between them.
He took three steps before falling to his knees as emotion overtook him. Iriand was so young, and had become a very close friend. More than a friend. He'd become like a son to Arland. From the first day Iriand had joined the Elf army, Arland had looked after him. He'd pushed Iriand harder than anyone as well, knowing he could take it. It'd been Arland who'd recommended Iriand for Mark's Special Ops Team. He'd been a part of Arland's Thirty until then.
Now he was gone. The youngest Elf in their army was dead. Killed by Cathians. A new fire ignited inside of Arland. He looked at his men a hundred yards away. With fire in his eyes, fists clenched, jaw set tight, he crossed the distance to this men. They surrounded him, seeing the fire in his eyes. Most of them had the same fire in their eyes without knowing the situation.
“What are our orders, sir?” Sasha asked.
Looking at Sasha, Arland saw the blood still splattered on his face. He was glad to have Sasha as his second.
“Iriand, along with five of Mark's men have fallen by the hands of the Cathians, in an attempt to rescue their Captain. They have also taken Karis captive to use in trade for their Captain. Mark needs our help.”
The angered looks on their faces told him they were ready to fight again. Some of their own had fallen. It was time for justice.
Arland turned to the Centaurs, “If you wish to help us, you are most welcome. However, if you wish to stay with your people and defend your borders, we understand.”
A chestnut Centaur and a black Centaur stepped forward.
“Hiln and I will assist you. Mark is a good friend of ours.” Then he turned to the other Centaurs saying, “If you wish to join us, you may. If not, go back and defend out people.”
A brown and white palomino Centaur spoke up saying, “We wish you the best, sirs. But we must stay and help our people. They need as much help as can be offered.”
Gaith and Hiln bowed to them, the other three returned the bows then hurried back to their own border.
“We welcome you, Gaith and Hiln,” Arland said bowing to them, then he turned to his men and said, “Let's go.”
Eranithia: The Healing River: Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Mark crossed the camp with a bowl of stew. Kneeling before Captain Vin Armadd, tied to a tree, he offered him the stew.
“Hungry?” Mark asked.
The Cathian glared back at him, then turned his head to the side and spit.
“You have to be hungry. It's nearly time for breakfast. The sun will be rising soon.”
“I won't eat anything from my enemy. Even if it meant starving to death.”
Mark frowned then took a bite of the stew. “Mmm, you know, Karis is not only a great warrior, she's a great cook as well. She made this just for you.”
Armadd continued to glare back at him.
“Suit yourself. I guess I get a second helping,” Mark said, eating the stew as he walked away. He joined the others around the campfire.
“Did you hear that?” Iriand asked.
Mark looked up recognizing the sound. It was Arrow's call. Standing up, Mark whistled into the air. A few moments later the hawk flew down and landed on his arm.
“Thanks, Arrow,” he said taking the parchment tied to his leg. “Go rest boy, I'll call you if I need you,” he said, stroking the back of the bird's head a few times. Arrow nibbled at his finger as a sign of affection then flew to a nearby tree.
Mark unrolled the parchment as he sat down to continue eating. Taking a chunk out of a piece of bread, he read the message from Garandol.
“What does Garandol say?” Karis asked, sitting next to him, a little closer than normal.
“To wait for the reinforcements on their way. They should be here in a day.”
“We can't keep the Cathian here for that long. We're only ten. We can fight the hundred men, but fight and keep them from taking Armadd back, that's a little more difficult.”
“I know. I'll ask Garandol what we should do about Armadd. Get me the powder.”
Karis got up and went to her pack. She returned with a brown leather pouch with gray powder. Mark took a small handful and tossed it into the fire.
“Garandol,” he said once the flames turned blue. The flames froze, forming a circular shape at the top. Garandol's face appeared in the center of the circle of frozen flames.
“Yes, Mark?”
“I just received your message.”
“Good. Serani should be there by tonight, then.”
“Yes, but we need to know what to do with the Cathian Captain until then. The Cathian soldiers are likely to wake soon and find their guards dead and their Captain missing. If they attack, we won't be able to hold them off and keep them from taking the Captain too.”
“Then send two men to bring the Captain to Ashenland. We'll hold him prisoner in the castle.”
“Thank you, Garandol. I will be sending Trien and Bailey to you. I need my archers.”
“Very well, Mark. Stay safe.”
Mark grinned, saying, “I'll do my best, old man.”
Once the flames returned to their normal shape and color he looked for Trien and Bailey. “Trien!”
The tall, black haired Elf stopped in his tracks, turned towards Mark and walked towards him.
“Yes, sir?”
“I want you and Bailey to take Captain Armadd to Ashenland. In fact, no, take them to Serani. I want you two back here if there's a fight of any kind. Have him send two of his soldiers back to Ashenland with the prisoner. I will contact him soon and let him know.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, striking his left shoulder with his right hand and dipping his head slightly. Mark returned the salute then approached the prisoner.
“Sir! Mark, sir!”
Spinning towards the voices, Mark found his two scouts running towards him. They stopped right in front of him, barely panting from running the quarter of a mile to their camp.
“What is it?”
“The Cathians are coming! They're coming here, right now.”
Mark looked in the direction they'd come in. He could see movement in the trees. The Cathians' dark red uniforms vivid against the snow gave away their location. Mark thought if they were smarter, they'd wear clothing to match their environment. He guessed they were too arrogant for such tactics.
Before he could shout out orders, a deafening explosion shook their camp. Recovering from the sudden explosion, Mark rolled to his hands and knees, searching for Karis. She was halfway between he and the fire, sprawled out on the ground. The fire was the epicenter of the explosion.
“KARIS!' he shouted, clambering to his feet and stumbling towards her.
Mark fell to his knees when he reached her. Blood trickled from her ears and nose. His mind flashed to over a year and a half ago when he and Jennifer had been rescued from the jail house in Trondil. Picking her up he looked for any remaining members of his team. The two who'd still be at the fire were a charred mess. The Captain was no longer tied to the tree. Trien and Bailey were nowhere to be found. They must have hurried to take the Captain away.
“Wha- what's going on?” Karis's voice broke through Mark's muffled hearing. He looked down at his friend in his arms.
“Karis! You're okay!”
She looked around at the camp.
“Where's Iriand?” she asked, dropping out of his arms onto her feet.
They searched the camp for her young cousin. A second explosion went off. This time, smaller, but close to Karis. Flying a few feet through the air, she landed at the feet of the Cathian soldiers now in their camp.
“Take her! She's a high ranking soldier!” he heard someone shout from amongst them.
“NO!” Mark yelled, pulling out his sword and rushing the Cathians.
The Cathian soldiers rushed for him in response. Five of them immediately surrounded Mark, but he jumped, twirling in the air. Three heads fell to the ground as he landed in a low, wide stance; one foot stretched out behind him, the other with his knee against his chest. His arms stretched out wide, sword ready to fly at any second. The two remaining soldiers rushed him. From his squatting position, he jumped into the air, feet now above his head. Twisting quickly, he lopped off the head of the first, then landing gracefully, he stabbed the second through the chest.
Gaining his bearings, he searched for Karis but the soldiers surrounding him blocked his view of her. He could hear her screaming. Not for help, but threats to kill the ones taking her. Grinning at her resilience he stared down the seven soldiers surrounding him.
They closed in slowly. Mark realized they weren't there to kill him. They wanted to take Karis as a bargaining chip to get their Captain back. There was no way he would let that happen, so he began the attack. Removing his second sword from its scabbard he looked for the least prepared soldier.
One of the soldiers behind him stuttered in his step. Taking advantage of the soldier's fear, Mark jumped, flipping through the air and landing behind the scared soldier. Before they had a chance to react, Mark ran his sword through the scared soldier's back. He pulled his sword out allowing the soldier to fall into a heap of flesh and clothing.
The two soldier's closest to him attacked simultaneously. Mark blocked both of their advances at the same time raising his swords to shoulder height. Moving his arms in a circular motion, he flung their swords away, then swiped both their heads off. Four left. Stepping into the center of the last four, he began his real acrobatics. All four attacked in succession. Spinning with precise movements, Mark blocked each sword and stabbed a soldier. Two more fell. He attacked the last two-
Mark woke suddenly from the darkness. Every inch of his body ached. Someone was shaking him. Serani. He recognized the Elf Captain.
“Mark! Wake up!” Serani seemed to be yelling at him, but Mark couldn't hear a word. Then a ringing began to grow in his ears. Serani's voice began to break through. “Mark! Get up!”
Mark tried to stand, but his limbs felt limp. He had no strength.
“Help me stand,” Mark said in a scratchy voice. His mouth was dry. He needed water.
Grabbing Mark's arms, Serani helped him to his feet. Then he placed a water skin to Mark's lips. Tipping it back, Mark drank greedily. The water soothed his dry throat and mouth, sealing cracks caused by dehydration. Looking around, he didn't like what he saw. His men were dead and Karis taken. Only two of his men survived. Trien and Bailey. They'd returned with Serani as commanded.
“Where is Karis?” Serani asked, grabbing Mark by the shoulder.
His eyes continued to search the camp for any sign of his men. Trien and Bailey were gathering the bodies of their comrades, lying them side by side to be burned. Walking away from Serani, Mark stumbled over to his fallen men as Trien and Bailey laid the last one down. Iriand. Their young reader and runner. Karis's cousin. His friend.
Mark fell to his knees at Iriand's side. He'd healed him once, but he was dead. He didn't have that power. He didn't even know how long he'd been out for to know if he could try CPR.
Mark looked up at Serani, tears falling down his dirt stained face, he asked, “How long was I out?”
“I'm not sure, but my guess is a few hours. Trien and Bailey found us four hours ago. It took us about six to get here.”
“Four hours?” he whispered. Iriand had been dead for too long for him to try CPR. He looked down at the young Elf, only a little older than he was, saying, “I'm so sorry, Iriand. You were a brave, strong Elf.”
Mark stood up, walked to where he'd woken up and searched the area for his swords. He found them ten feet away. He assumed it was another explosion that knocked him out. The Cathians must have collected their dead already, assuming he was dead after being out cold for so long. Sheathing his swords, he returned to Serani.
“They have Karis. There's less than a hundred of them, and with their Captain in our custody, they're just lost soldiers trying to get their captain back. We outnumber them, we can easily go in and take her back.”
“Our orders are to continue on, with you, to Fortuna.”
“But my men are dead, my second has been taken captive by the same enemy we are going to protect the city from! We are going to get her back first!”
“I'm sorry, but my orders are to continue on to Fortuna.”
“We'll just see about that,” Mark said walking quickly to where the campfire was. He lit a new fire, then using the gray powder he contacted Garandol.
Mark saw the concern on Garandol's face when they made eye contact.
“Mark, what happened?”
“They attacked us. All of my men are dead and they took Karis. They must have assumed I was dead while I was unconscious.”
“Or they wanted you alive to make a trade. Which can't happen.”
“I understand, but there's less than a hundred of them. Serani is telling me he won't help me get Karis back.”
“His orders are to take you to Fortuna.”
“I'm not leaving Karis behind. We've always had each other's backs. I can't desert her now.”
“She would want you to do what's best for Eranithia. We can't lose Fortuna.”
“I can't lose Karis,” Mark said.
Garandol sighed, “Where is Serani?”
“I am here, sir,” Serani said standing directly behind Mark.
“Leave him a few men. Then go on to Fortuna. They're expecting you within the next couple of days.”
“Yes, sir,” Serani said saluting him, then walked away to his men.
Once Serani was out of earshot Garandol said, “You have one shot, Mark. If you can't get her back after one attempt, get to Fortuna and assist Serani.”
Mark didn't respond, instead he waved his hand over the solid blue flames, ending the conversation.
Mark was given ten men to help him. Trien and Bailey included. Their loyalty was with him and Karis. They were also loyal to Eranithia, but it was their loyalty to each other that strengthened them. The faithfulness to each other was their testament to Eranithia as well. If they couldn't be true to each other, how could they be true to their country?
“Thank you, men, for joining me. We've been given one chance to retrieve Karis. If we fail, we are ordered to join Serani in Fortuna. I ask only for one thing. Loyalty. Your loyalty is your strength. If your love for others exceeds your love for yourself, you will be a much more effective soldier. When you fight for something more than yourself, you can never fail. Even in death, you do not fail. Do I have your loyalty?”
“Yes, sir!” they barked in unison.
“Good, you have mine as well. I may outrank you, but, I hold myself no higher than you. Come, let us get our friend back.”
Mark began to lead them to the Cathian camp when two Cathian soldiers rode up to them on horses. He heard the stretch of bowstrings behind him. He held up a hand to keep them from opening fire on the messengers.
“What message do you have for us?” Mark asked, holding back his anger.
“This message is for Mark, Lieutenant in the rebel army.”
Mark grinned and stepped forward, “You've found him.”
The messengers dropped down from their horses, turned around to show they were unarmed. Mark waved them forward. They stepped boldly, even though Mark could sense their fear. They had heard the stories about him and his special ops team.
The messenger on Mark's right stretched out his arm to hand him a rolled parchment. He took it from them, unrolled it and read. Rolling the parchment back up, he looked at the messengers.
“Well, I'm sorry, but I can't fully comply with your request. You see, your Captain is on his way to Ashenland. In fact, he should be crossing the border now. So, you can go back and tell your commander my conditions.”
“Which are what?” the messenger to Mark's left asked.
Mark squinted at him, then grinning at him said, “Commander.” He gave a slight bow.
“What are you talking about?”
“Come on now, you really didn't think this would fool me did you? I've done this same thing before. In fact, I don't use messengers at all.”
The commander shifted nervously.
“Relax, Commander. I'm not going to kill you here. First, tell me your name.”
“Rhaj Alzahd.”
“Well, Commander Alzahd, I will only fight you in battle. However, I will win that fight. We can avoid all of this if you just hand my second over to me. We will even let you walk away from this without having to lose anymore men.”
The commander laughed, saying, “Lose anymore men? Haven't you lost nearly your entire regiment to us?”
Mark's grin faded into a glare, “No, not really. Out of the hundred men, how many have you lost? Of my entire team of ten, we still have four of us alive. So, tell me, who has lost more?”
Glaring back at Mark, the commander and his messenger mounted their horses.
“You have three hours,” the commander said, then they rode back to their camp.
“We need reinforcements,” Mark said.
Mark crossed the camp with a bowl of stew. Kneeling before Captain Vin Armadd, tied to a tree, he offered him the stew.
“Hungry?” Mark asked.
The Cathian glared back at him, then turned his head to the side and spit.
“You have to be hungry. It's nearly time for breakfast. The sun will be rising soon.”
“I won't eat anything from my enemy. Even if it meant starving to death.”
Mark frowned then took a bite of the stew. “Mmm, you know, Karis is not only a great warrior, she's a great cook as well. She made this just for you.”
Armadd continued to glare back at him.
“Suit yourself. I guess I get a second helping,” Mark said, eating the stew as he walked away. He joined the others around the campfire.
“Did you hear that?” Iriand asked.
Mark looked up recognizing the sound. It was Arrow's call. Standing up, Mark whistled into the air. A few moments later the hawk flew down and landed on his arm.
“Thanks, Arrow,” he said taking the parchment tied to his leg. “Go rest boy, I'll call you if I need you,” he said, stroking the back of the bird's head a few times. Arrow nibbled at his finger as a sign of affection then flew to a nearby tree.
Mark unrolled the parchment as he sat down to continue eating. Taking a chunk out of a piece of bread, he read the message from Garandol.
“What does Garandol say?” Karis asked, sitting next to him, a little closer than normal.
“To wait for the reinforcements on their way. They should be here in a day.”
“We can't keep the Cathian here for that long. We're only ten. We can fight the hundred men, but fight and keep them from taking Armadd back, that's a little more difficult.”
“I know. I'll ask Garandol what we should do about Armadd. Get me the powder.”
Karis got up and went to her pack. She returned with a brown leather pouch with gray powder. Mark took a small handful and tossed it into the fire.
“Garandol,” he said once the flames turned blue. The flames froze, forming a circular shape at the top. Garandol's face appeared in the center of the circle of frozen flames.
“Yes, Mark?”
“I just received your message.”
“Good. Serani should be there by tonight, then.”
“Yes, but we need to know what to do with the Cathian Captain until then. The Cathian soldiers are likely to wake soon and find their guards dead and their Captain missing. If they attack, we won't be able to hold them off and keep them from taking the Captain too.”
“Then send two men to bring the Captain to Ashenland. We'll hold him prisoner in the castle.”
“Thank you, Garandol. I will be sending Trien and Bailey to you. I need my archers.”
“Very well, Mark. Stay safe.”
Mark grinned, saying, “I'll do my best, old man.”
Once the flames returned to their normal shape and color he looked for Trien and Bailey. “Trien!”
The tall, black haired Elf stopped in his tracks, turned towards Mark and walked towards him.
“Yes, sir?”
“I want you and Bailey to take Captain Armadd to Ashenland. In fact, no, take them to Serani. I want you two back here if there's a fight of any kind. Have him send two of his soldiers back to Ashenland with the prisoner. I will contact him soon and let him know.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, striking his left shoulder with his right hand and dipping his head slightly. Mark returned the salute then approached the prisoner.
“Sir! Mark, sir!”
Spinning towards the voices, Mark found his two scouts running towards him. They stopped right in front of him, barely panting from running the quarter of a mile to their camp.
“What is it?”
“The Cathians are coming! They're coming here, right now.”
Mark looked in the direction they'd come in. He could see movement in the trees. The Cathians' dark red uniforms vivid against the snow gave away their location. Mark thought if they were smarter, they'd wear clothing to match their environment. He guessed they were too arrogant for such tactics.
Before he could shout out orders, a deafening explosion shook their camp. Recovering from the sudden explosion, Mark rolled to his hands and knees, searching for Karis. She was halfway between he and the fire, sprawled out on the ground. The fire was the epicenter of the explosion.
“KARIS!' he shouted, clambering to his feet and stumbling towards her.
Mark fell to his knees when he reached her. Blood trickled from her ears and nose. His mind flashed to over a year and a half ago when he and Jennifer had been rescued from the jail house in Trondil. Picking her up he looked for any remaining members of his team. The two who'd still be at the fire were a charred mess. The Captain was no longer tied to the tree. Trien and Bailey were nowhere to be found. They must have hurried to take the Captain away.
“Wha- what's going on?” Karis's voice broke through Mark's muffled hearing. He looked down at his friend in his arms.
“Karis! You're okay!”
She looked around at the camp.
“Where's Iriand?” she asked, dropping out of his arms onto her feet.
They searched the camp for her young cousin. A second explosion went off. This time, smaller, but close to Karis. Flying a few feet through the air, she landed at the feet of the Cathian soldiers now in their camp.
“Take her! She's a high ranking soldier!” he heard someone shout from amongst them.
“NO!” Mark yelled, pulling out his sword and rushing the Cathians.
The Cathian soldiers rushed for him in response. Five of them immediately surrounded Mark, but he jumped, twirling in the air. Three heads fell to the ground as he landed in a low, wide stance; one foot stretched out behind him, the other with his knee against his chest. His arms stretched out wide, sword ready to fly at any second. The two remaining soldiers rushed him. From his squatting position, he jumped into the air, feet now above his head. Twisting quickly, he lopped off the head of the first, then landing gracefully, he stabbed the second through the chest.
Gaining his bearings, he searched for Karis but the soldiers surrounding him blocked his view of her. He could hear her screaming. Not for help, but threats to kill the ones taking her. Grinning at her resilience he stared down the seven soldiers surrounding him.
They closed in slowly. Mark realized they weren't there to kill him. They wanted to take Karis as a bargaining chip to get their Captain back. There was no way he would let that happen, so he began the attack. Removing his second sword from its scabbard he looked for the least prepared soldier.
One of the soldiers behind him stuttered in his step. Taking advantage of the soldier's fear, Mark jumped, flipping through the air and landing behind the scared soldier. Before they had a chance to react, Mark ran his sword through the scared soldier's back. He pulled his sword out allowing the soldier to fall into a heap of flesh and clothing.
The two soldier's closest to him attacked simultaneously. Mark blocked both of their advances at the same time raising his swords to shoulder height. Moving his arms in a circular motion, he flung their swords away, then swiped both their heads off. Four left. Stepping into the center of the last four, he began his real acrobatics. All four attacked in succession. Spinning with precise movements, Mark blocked each sword and stabbed a soldier. Two more fell. He attacked the last two-
Mark woke suddenly from the darkness. Every inch of his body ached. Someone was shaking him. Serani. He recognized the Elf Captain.
“Mark! Wake up!” Serani seemed to be yelling at him, but Mark couldn't hear a word. Then a ringing began to grow in his ears. Serani's voice began to break through. “Mark! Get up!”
Mark tried to stand, but his limbs felt limp. He had no strength.
“Help me stand,” Mark said in a scratchy voice. His mouth was dry. He needed water.
Grabbing Mark's arms, Serani helped him to his feet. Then he placed a water skin to Mark's lips. Tipping it back, Mark drank greedily. The water soothed his dry throat and mouth, sealing cracks caused by dehydration. Looking around, he didn't like what he saw. His men were dead and Karis taken. Only two of his men survived. Trien and Bailey. They'd returned with Serani as commanded.
“Where is Karis?” Serani asked, grabbing Mark by the shoulder.
His eyes continued to search the camp for any sign of his men. Trien and Bailey were gathering the bodies of their comrades, lying them side by side to be burned. Walking away from Serani, Mark stumbled over to his fallen men as Trien and Bailey laid the last one down. Iriand. Their young reader and runner. Karis's cousin. His friend.
Mark fell to his knees at Iriand's side. He'd healed him once, but he was dead. He didn't have that power. He didn't even know how long he'd been out for to know if he could try CPR.
Mark looked up at Serani, tears falling down his dirt stained face, he asked, “How long was I out?”
“I'm not sure, but my guess is a few hours. Trien and Bailey found us four hours ago. It took us about six to get here.”
“Four hours?” he whispered. Iriand had been dead for too long for him to try CPR. He looked down at the young Elf, only a little older than he was, saying, “I'm so sorry, Iriand. You were a brave, strong Elf.”
Mark stood up, walked to where he'd woken up and searched the area for his swords. He found them ten feet away. He assumed it was another explosion that knocked him out. The Cathians must have collected their dead already, assuming he was dead after being out cold for so long. Sheathing his swords, he returned to Serani.
“They have Karis. There's less than a hundred of them, and with their Captain in our custody, they're just lost soldiers trying to get their captain back. We outnumber them, we can easily go in and take her back.”
“Our orders are to continue on, with you, to Fortuna.”
“But my men are dead, my second has been taken captive by the same enemy we are going to protect the city from! We are going to get her back first!”
“I'm sorry, but my orders are to continue on to Fortuna.”
“We'll just see about that,” Mark said walking quickly to where the campfire was. He lit a new fire, then using the gray powder he contacted Garandol.
Mark saw the concern on Garandol's face when they made eye contact.
“Mark, what happened?”
“They attacked us. All of my men are dead and they took Karis. They must have assumed I was dead while I was unconscious.”
“Or they wanted you alive to make a trade. Which can't happen.”
“I understand, but there's less than a hundred of them. Serani is telling me he won't help me get Karis back.”
“His orders are to take you to Fortuna.”
“I'm not leaving Karis behind. We've always had each other's backs. I can't desert her now.”
“She would want you to do what's best for Eranithia. We can't lose Fortuna.”
“I can't lose Karis,” Mark said.
Garandol sighed, “Where is Serani?”
“I am here, sir,” Serani said standing directly behind Mark.
“Leave him a few men. Then go on to Fortuna. They're expecting you within the next couple of days.”
“Yes, sir,” Serani said saluting him, then walked away to his men.
Once Serani was out of earshot Garandol said, “You have one shot, Mark. If you can't get her back after one attempt, get to Fortuna and assist Serani.”
Mark didn't respond, instead he waved his hand over the solid blue flames, ending the conversation.
Mark was given ten men to help him. Trien and Bailey included. Their loyalty was with him and Karis. They were also loyal to Eranithia, but it was their loyalty to each other that strengthened them. The faithfulness to each other was their testament to Eranithia as well. If they couldn't be true to each other, how could they be true to their country?
“Thank you, men, for joining me. We've been given one chance to retrieve Karis. If we fail, we are ordered to join Serani in Fortuna. I ask only for one thing. Loyalty. Your loyalty is your strength. If your love for others exceeds your love for yourself, you will be a much more effective soldier. When you fight for something more than yourself, you can never fail. Even in death, you do not fail. Do I have your loyalty?”
“Yes, sir!” they barked in unison.
“Good, you have mine as well. I may outrank you, but, I hold myself no higher than you. Come, let us get our friend back.”
Mark began to lead them to the Cathian camp when two Cathian soldiers rode up to them on horses. He heard the stretch of bowstrings behind him. He held up a hand to keep them from opening fire on the messengers.
“What message do you have for us?” Mark asked, holding back his anger.
“This message is for Mark, Lieutenant in the rebel army.”
Mark grinned and stepped forward, “You've found him.”
The messengers dropped down from their horses, turned around to show they were unarmed. Mark waved them forward. They stepped boldly, even though Mark could sense their fear. They had heard the stories about him and his special ops team.
The messenger on Mark's right stretched out his arm to hand him a rolled parchment. He took it from them, unrolled it and read. Rolling the parchment back up, he looked at the messengers.
“Well, I'm sorry, but I can't fully comply with your request. You see, your Captain is on his way to Ashenland. In fact, he should be crossing the border now. So, you can go back and tell your commander my conditions.”
“Which are what?” the messenger to Mark's left asked.
Mark squinted at him, then grinning at him said, “Commander.” He gave a slight bow.
“What are you talking about?”
“Come on now, you really didn't think this would fool me did you? I've done this same thing before. In fact, I don't use messengers at all.”
The commander shifted nervously.
“Relax, Commander. I'm not going to kill you here. First, tell me your name.”
“Rhaj Alzahd.”
“Well, Commander Alzahd, I will only fight you in battle. However, I will win that fight. We can avoid all of this if you just hand my second over to me. We will even let you walk away from this without having to lose anymore men.”
The commander laughed, saying, “Lose anymore men? Haven't you lost nearly your entire regiment to us?”
Mark's grin faded into a glare, “No, not really. Out of the hundred men, how many have you lost? Of my entire team of ten, we still have four of us alive. So, tell me, who has lost more?”
Glaring back at Mark, the commander and his messenger mounted their horses.
“You have three hours,” the commander said, then they rode back to their camp.
“We need reinforcements,” Mark said.
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